DAMN Massachusetts
OK, I had an amazing day - Im here to train on the software that runs the websites that are now my new babies, and while the first half of the day was EH (I think I learned 1 or 2 new things) the second half put me WEEKS ahead of where I am now, and clarified so much - it was like being handed a Rosetta Stone for a new language and I had SEVERAL occurrences where I swear things CLICKED in my brain. O. M. G. I GET it. EXACTLY.
I think that times like this are why I love what I do. It's like playing video games with puzzles - when you struggle and suddenly out of nowhere that one stupid maze or puzzle comes clear, the feeling...if you don't play, you don't get it. But it's indescribable.
Tomorrow is my big day - the day I get handed the dictionary to let me decipher on my own, the day I get the commands that let me create my own works of art, talent be dammed.
I'm fulfilled.
Tonight I was left on my own to find dinner - weird, in that any other place I went for training, I was treated to dinner and a quick view of the area - but everyone left before me and my trainer, and she has little kids, so I came back to the hotel and (god forgive me) used Yelp! for the first time to find a place to eat. Of course not trusting it (having been on the "company" side and seen the shit they pull to hide reviews, etc) I asked a waiter at the open bar at the hotel, and then walked three blocks up to a GREAT restaurant where I found an open seat at the bar, and got to try some AMAZING beers. I have an app on my iPad now that lets me track tastings etc, and I found a beer I'd buy ALL THE TIME .... except Bell's Brewery does not sell in New England. *sigh* Really - a combo of the bitter IPA I adore, and the citrus refreshment I appreciate??? What the HELL?
Good thing I'm off to FL in 40 days (who's counting) and they sell it there.
I'm EXHAUSTED. I'm relaxed, Im empowered. I am directly across from "America's Ballpark" apparently (um wait...isn't that Fenway???) and it makes me sad thinking of someone so incredibly important to me, but hey...this isn't the same league the Red Sox are in, and the Bruins are still in the run so whatever. He's happy, I think, and somehow that makes me happy too.
One day this will stop, right? And if not, memories don't have to be bad ones. <3 <3 <3
I fly out at 6:30 tomorrow and finally get back to Manchester NH tomorrow past 10pm. Yay?
I think that times like this are why I love what I do. It's like playing video games with puzzles - when you struggle and suddenly out of nowhere that one stupid maze or puzzle comes clear, the feeling...if you don't play, you don't get it. But it's indescribable.
Tomorrow is my big day - the day I get handed the dictionary to let me decipher on my own, the day I get the commands that let me create my own works of art, talent be dammed.
I'm fulfilled.
Tonight I was left on my own to find dinner - weird, in that any other place I went for training, I was treated to dinner and a quick view of the area - but everyone left before me and my trainer, and she has little kids, so I came back to the hotel and (god forgive me) used Yelp! for the first time to find a place to eat. Of course not trusting it (having been on the "company" side and seen the shit they pull to hide reviews, etc) I asked a waiter at the open bar at the hotel, and then walked three blocks up to a GREAT restaurant where I found an open seat at the bar, and got to try some AMAZING beers. I have an app on my iPad now that lets me track tastings etc, and I found a beer I'd buy ALL THE TIME .... except Bell's Brewery does not sell in New England. *sigh* Really - a combo of the bitter IPA I adore, and the citrus refreshment I appreciate??? What the HELL?
Good thing I'm off to FL in 40 days (who's counting) and they sell it there.
I'm EXHAUSTED. I'm relaxed, Im empowered. I am directly across from "America's Ballpark" apparently (um wait...isn't that Fenway???) and it makes me sad thinking of someone so incredibly important to me, but hey...this isn't the same league the Red Sox are in, and the Bruins are still in the run so whatever. He's happy, I think, and somehow that makes me happy too.
One day this will stop, right? And if not, memories don't have to be bad ones. <3 <3 <3
I fly out at 6:30 tomorrow and finally get back to Manchester NH tomorrow past 10pm. Yay?