Longhorns and Rebels

I went to Dallas to accept an award for my office’s performance last year.  Two awards, actually.  It was a whirlwind trip.  There and back in twenty-four hours.

The suite was wasted on me. All I need is a bed when I’m traveling alone.

The awards banquet was four hours long.  Picture the Daytime Emmy Awards with fewer sequins.  That was it.

I sat with a bunch of the people from our corporate offices and at one point a couple of them turned to me and suggested I relocate to work with them as a regional supervisor.

“Tempting, but no.  I like it where I’m at.”

“You mean in Tampa? They’re talking about having the supervisors manage from the region.  You might actually be able to stay where you are and do the job.”

“Well, show me that in writing, and I’ll think about it.”

I’d LOVE to do it, but I wasn’t going to tell them that.  With my crowd, you can’t seem to want it too much.  Makes them think you’re easy.  Or, worse, desperate.

 

I flew home this morning early.  Bought a book at the airport gift store and got well into the second chapter before I realized I’d already read it.

The man-child sitting next to me was chatting away on his Blackberry all the way up until take off. Then he shot out a few texts and promptly fell asleep.

By the time we were getting ready to land, I was halfway through the book – again – and my seatmate woke up.  He was impatiently drumming his Blackberry.

“We have the same phone,” I told him and rifled through my bag to show him.

“Oh, yours is newer.”

“Oops!” I said as I accidentally turned it on.

“No,” he told me. “Just leave it on.”

“But the pilot hasn’t said we could…” I’m such a good girl.

“I asked a pilot once if it screwed with the navigation or anything, and he told me it didn’t but that they could sometimes hear the conversations passengers were having.  So they just tell everyone to keep them off.”

“Oh,” I said and left my phone on.  I was quiet for a minute, and I half turned and whispered to him, “I feel like such a rebel.”

“Good,” he said and laughed.

Then, I gave him a wink and unfastened my seatbelt before the Captain turned the fasten seatbelts sign and he laughed some more.

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