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My Heart is Racing…for other reasons

I’m stressed out. I’m on my way home (Frontier Airlines). I feel panicky. The sweep conversions are happening in two weeks. I spent the past two days in Denver, finalizing the details with my manager and our conversion project manager. I’ve got so much to do, it’s overwhelming. I haven’t even checked my voicemail. There are tons of messages. I’ve been focused on more important things, plus I’m too scared to check.

The golf tournament is on Thursday. I still have to write the vendor bios, gather the manager bios, follow-up with our speakers, and sort logistics out with the golf course’s tournament director. I’ll spend tomorrow stuffing, sorting, phone calling…on top of my conversion work. Did I mention that I’m freaking out?

Monday I go to Chicago. MBA recruiting at the GSB. I was going to take Wednesday off. I haven’t been back since I graduated the summer of 2004. I miss my school, I miss Chicago! But no. I fly directly to Minneapolis after the presentation. More conversion work with my manager before the conversions begin.

Then the conversions…commuting to Fremont. Stress, fatigue, anxiety. I need a good glass of wine.

By the way, this is my first time traveling since the liquid bomb threat. I checked my bag on the way to Denver because of my contact lens solution. Didn’t feel like checking my bag going back home to SF. I need to deplane, go to my car, and drive straight to the office PRONTO. I asked about my contact lens bottle and because it’s bigger than 4 ounces, they made me toss it. That’s fine. I was expecting that. Here’s the deal. I honestly think that if I didn’t mention it, they wouldn’t have detected it. I had a tube of toothpaste that made it through. I wanted to see if they would catch that. They didn’t. I don’t think they would’ve caught the lens solution either. Anyhow…remember 4 ounces. That’s the cutoff.

Addendum: lots of turbulence throughout the flight. I’m a scaredy-cat when it comes to flying.

My throat is hurting. I’m feeling feverish. Uh-oh.

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