I am traveling for my professional organization's regional conference in Birmingham, Alabama. It's alright, so far as it goes, but, man, do I hate not being home. My daughter is sick, my Girl is way back in Nashville, and I am stuck here, all by myself (though surrounded by 60 veritable strangers).
I am learning really good stuff, and it is good to be away from the office, I must admit. And, it is true, I am getting re-motivated about my job.
A note about my job: I do a job which is, in my not-so-humble opinion, very important. I have the opportunity to help people who are going through a very difficult time in their lives, and, while mostly I am unable to give them the help they have requested, the times that I am able to feel really damn good, as if I myself have waged a battle against Badness and have come out victoriously. But it is a complex job, and it is full of many, many more battles I come out of bloody and defeated. The people at this conference understand, and desire to win more battles, and are available for strength when times get tough. These are good people. And I am proud to be one of them.
But I have a headache (hotel ventilation systems do it to me every time). And I want my girl and my Girl with me...if they were here, it'd be perfect!