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In my quest to better enjoy my time here in San Diego, I took myself to the zoo yesterday. They have giant pandas and I thought it would be a good idea to hang out by myself for a little bit, aimlessly wandering. Turns out it was a good idea but it also only magnified the fact that I don't like traveling for work.
Where all of my co-workers are happy to be away from their children and spouses for a week or two I'm miserable. I want to be home curled up with my significant other. I don't want to be in a hotel bar having an old, married Canadian man trying to buy me a drink in one ear and a male co-worker talking about how marketing is a bullshit field with the only prerequisite being a pretty face and tits in the other.
Fuck this.
I can't wait to fly out tonight.
P.S. I started eating meat again. It was glorious.
Where all of my co-workers are happy to be away from their children and spouses for a week or two I'm miserable. I want to be home curled up with my significant other. I don't want to be in a hotel bar having an old, married Canadian man trying to buy me a drink in one ear and a male co-worker talking about how marketing is a bullshit field with the only prerequisite being a pretty face and tits in the other.
Fuck this.
I can't wait to fly out tonight.
P.S. I started eating meat again. It was glorious.