Yaggh!

So this is what "real" agency work feels like.  We've been insanely busy here, people here until 9 or 10 o'clock every night for the last few weeks.  I've been coming in on weekends, as have several other people.

And now, I will be traveling for the next eight business days.  LA next week, then I get home at 8:00 on Friday night, in time to wash my gutchies and pack it all up again and head off to Chicago and Portland the following Monday.  I have to admit, I threw a wee little Principessa-client hissy when I saw that on my Portland flights I was assigned the "E" seat both ways.  I called my sales rep and absolutely begged, please no "E" seat.  He actually did handstands and cartwheels to get me a window seat.

My LA rep has me waitlisted for a courtesy upgrade to Business Class, which is suh-weet.  I love Business Class.  Nice blankets, not those flammable 2 x 2 scraps of polyester, and big pillows.  Champagne as soon as you sit down and warm nuts.  I always miss the warm chocolate chip cookies and milk at the end of the flight, though, because at that point I'm reclined and zonked.  Dammit.  I've even seen a celebrity or two (well, Evan Lysacek was a celebrity to me, even before he was on "Dancing With the Stars."  Then again, I'm a figure-skating geek.)

I have to admit, having flown BC to LA for the last few years, I'm quite spoiled.  I don't mind coach for the short trips, but Judy has ruined me for these coast-to-coast trips.

Another sad, the Beach House in Hermosa is sold out, Snooki-wahh!  I have to stay in Manhattan Beach, which I like just fine, at the Shade.  I've heard the bar there is cougar central, so it will be amusing at least to watch all the botoxed LA ladies hitting on the volleyball and surfer dudes.  Their faces may be taut, but nothing can hide the desperation in their eyes.