Moved to a New Location

Since my European Misadventures came to an end, I've decided to host my own blog. Check out Leaving a Trail.

Inspired by Ralph Waldo Emerson's words, "Do not go where there is a path but instead go where there is no path and leave a trail", Leaving a Trail contains stories and advice concerning my independent adventurous travels through the world. As a solo female traveller, I've had the priviledge of finding a job that I'm passionate about where I can actively explore the world at large. Won't you join me in my reindeer games?

Well I guess it's time for me to end this blog. As it's served it's purpose. There are several other stories that I need to write up in here but I haven't gotten a chance. If you're really my friend, you've already discovered my other blog.... or know how to find me to find the new blog with a different perspective in it all together.

My mother tends to worry. She's so very glad that I'm home. While I am back in Texas now, my European Misadventures still come back to haunt me. There's a lot of work in Europe that I keep getting signed up for. The ReadMyBreasts guy keeps emailing me to ask me to help him cheat on these exams that our company makes us pass for technical proficiency in the product. It's weird. I never thought that my ethics classes in school would come back to really be valuable. But they did certainly teach me certain tactics to help maintain some professional relationships while keeping my integrity. Weird. Thanks TAMU.

y'all have fun!

What's in a name? A rose by another name...

I have a pet peeve and I'm frustrated as hell. So I am just going to say it. Please whatever you do, don't fucking misspell my name when it's written a half dozen times in front of you. It's disrespectful, rude, and just plain fucking annoying. That is all.

Things I will miss about the UK....

Turkish Kebabs and roundabouts. That's about it.

Oh! I thought of one more. I will miss being able to look up any address on google maps by just putting in the post code. Love the way they do their post codes. That's it. Done now.

This is where I want to be right now. I just think it would be peaceful, relaxing, and serene. I don't really have much to say right now. I've gotten to go to Copenhagen where they showed me this thing called a Data Center. Yes. I know. novelty. Never seen racks upon racks of server and networking equipment. I've never entered a room with a fully equipped haylon system and gentle glow of florescent lights. Nope. never. Ever. Tomorrow I get to see a data center in Stuttgart Germany. Wee.

Castles? nope. Cathedrals? Nope. None... Just a bunch of data centers. Yippee. Hope everyone has a super awesome fun day. Much love.

In other news, the Canadians are getting decimated at hockey. It's been a good series thus far but I was hoping it would go to 7 games. Probably isn't going to happen.

Feels like today....

I just want to run. I want to hide. I want to be ME. If only I could figure out who ME is. Have you ever woken up one morning to realize that you need freedom? That every choice you've made up til now, moving here, taking the job that sucks your soul from your body, and not taking care of your passions has culminated in a single solitary moment when you realize that you want OUT. Admittedly I'm scared. I don't want to be poor. I like the disposable income I've accumulated. But what good does 800K airline miles do when no one wants to use them to come visit you? I want love. I want freedom. I want laughter. I don't want to be an engineer anymore. Well I do but not like this. I love people. I was made to be around people. I was made to be a great friend, fantastic lover, super cool sister, funny daughter, and did I mention fantastic lover? That's who I was meant to be. Here the ME I know has been reduced to flying here there and yonder encased in a shell of propriety known as professionalism. I NEED AN OUTLET. I just have to find one. Yesterday.

In other news today I fly to Newcastle to get DD some beer... and do a lot of work for a very large service provider... think BIG.. think Plano... think REALLY FUCKING BIG. Then about midnight I land back in London only to turn around and be in the city tomorrow, at the major networking company that we're partnering with, and then get on another flight off to Copenhagen. There less than 24 hours and then back to London where I have another meeting in Canary Wharf. Then it'll be Friday. Friday I have an interview. Wish me luck.

Oh and I cut myself shaving in my shower today. Bad. Like gross bad. I detest that the shower is so freaking small that you can't bend over and I have to do the precarious ballerina dance to attempt to shave my legs. Welcome to the not so great Britain where the shower is so freaking tiny you can't shave. No wonder hygiene is the last thing on their list here.