GREEN WITH REGRET

March 17th

Not as much as I heart AZ, but it is still a nice place to visit

For the first time in 30-plus years, I’m not wearing green today and let me tell you — St. Patrick is punishing me. My day started in a New Orleans hotel room. Here for work, with a two hour time difference, I had to be up by 4:30 am Phoenix time to make it to my first meeting. Groggily, I slogged forward after too few hours sleep from a very long day of over-booked and delayed travel.

Limping. Because I have a foot issue that needs a minor procedure next week, but is a huge aching annoying pain this week.

Of course, I’m finally ready to meet this new group I’ll be managing of sorts and wait! Where is my rental car key? I know six hours ago when I collapsed in this room I had it. Didn’t I have it? Wait. Where did I see it last…

Three hours late to my first meeting, with a spare key in hand (after a tow truck and locksmith had been ordered, then canceled by the rental car company after they located the spare that previously did not exist), I saunter into my meeting. Never mind the hundreds of dollars in fees now on my credit card for said snafu. With frizzy hair, a limp, and a sweaty what-in-the-world-is-this-humidity-thing look on my desert girl parched brow, I arrived three. hours. late.

To the first day on the job. THE FIRST DAY.

Very sexy. Very professional.

The day hasn’t exactly improved. And I’m still not wearing any green because I forgot to pack even a smidge. I know. I’m Irish (by name, perhaps. Pretty sure my skin tone and ethnicity are actually Mexican) and my biggest fear is snakes; yet I didn’t take the time to remember the one mythical man of history who was Irish and banned all snakes from the homeland.

Dear St. Patrick, I’m sorry. Okay? A Guinness and a giant shepherd’s pie in your honor. Never again will I cross you.

~K

P.S. It isn’t even a fun rental car. So to the leprechaun who stole the key? Feel free. Steal it. All four cylinders won’t keep you entertained for long. Although please don’t. Because with this limp, I am not walking far.

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10 Responses

  1. You definitely deserve a big frosty Guinness, lady! Go get one pronto!

  2. Congrats on the new job. And think about this: it can only get better!

  3. No way. What a day! Congrats on the job. And I agree with Sassy, it can only get better.

  4. Larissa Stretton March 17, 2011

    Sounds like you got a visit from Murphy–not St. Patrick!! As my daughter said about ‘Murphy’s Law’, “I don’t like that Murphy guy!!!” Hope he leaves you alone for the rest of the trip and your St. Pat’s day gets better!

    Best!
    Larissa

  5. Oh Kelli, hang in there! From one fellow business traveler to another, I feel your pain. I’ll be happy to share some of my nightmare business trip stories to male you feel better. Order up some nice room service and rest your foot. Congrats on the new gig.

  6. Kelli! May today make up for yesterday!

  7. Well, after hitting the bottom the only way is up, right? Best luck with your foot surgery next week, keep us posted.

  8. AH Poop. Sorry to hear your St. Patty’s day sucked. Hopefully today was/is much better!!

  9. Brittany March 18, 2011

    You poor girl. You make me recall how difficult work travel is! I, too, was late for my first day to my current job. I missed my flight from Flagstaff to Minneapolis and had to walk in more than 3 hours late! I hope you have a great weekend!

    By the way…how in the world were you in a race if you have a bad foot?! Crazy girl!

  10. Oh my gosh! That totally sucks! I hope you won’t have to get stuck with all those charges (and keep your job lol)

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