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Below you will find my weblog, or just blog. The name may not strike you right away, but you'll get it after I ask you one question: How many letters are there in the alphabet?

I use these twenty−six letters to share moments I experience, thoughts I come upon or ideas I have that I don't feel like keeping to myself. Writing them gives me the ability to share with you.

Maybe you'll laugh, maybe you'll swallow hard, maybe you will learn something about me that you didn't previous know, or maybe you'll relate the words below to something in your own experiences. You may even know the subjects I allude to between the paragraph tags.

So much that I will often write without proofing. If I offend you, it is nothing personal, simply my opinion. I'll complain about things that bother me, things I find offensive and just random thoughts I hold onto long enought to transfer to my blog.

The only thing you need know is that I love to write.


Posts Tagged ‘chicago’

4 Things I Learnt In Chicago

Monday, July 26th, 2010

Just arrived back from the ACT Enrollment Planner’s Conference in Chicago and I’m happy to be home. I didn’t have much free time to enjoy the sites the wind dances around, the sounds the wind moves, or the smells the wind carries, but I did manage to make a couple new friends and maybe even a business relationship.

I also learned a thing, or four.

1. I’m not a salesman (yet)
Put me in a room full of potential clients during a social and I’ll contently play the wallflower – Miller Light in-hand, of course. I haven’t mastered the uninvited “hello, my name is…” it often requires to spark a stranger conversation. Thursday evening, I played my part.

After shopping Nordstrom’s anniversary sale and borrowing some cologne from Boss, I made my way to the sixty-minute reception for attendees of the conference. By request, I was handed a Miller Lite. By default, I tipped the server and proceeded to weave through the crowd; catching glances from unfamiliar faces and kindly exchanging smiles.

Spoke briefly to a current client and was invited to dinner – I’m not eating alone like last year! Circled back to the starting line, a post at the periphery of the room, and placed my right shoulder against it, just enough to reduce the weight my feet had been walking all over the city the past two days.

After a few minutes and four-to-five ounces, I was approached by a young woman who had attended our session earlier that day – “2010 – Effectively Communicating To Prospects Within Budget”. Compliments about the session seemed inviting, so I continued the conversation at her table with several of her co-workers.

I shared my thoughts on some current smartphones, the weather and even managed to get some narrative about my job. Within moments, I (my company) was invited to visit their Kentucky campus to present our services. But, I’m not a salesman. Yet.

2. Not all Chicago-style pizzas are made the same
At dinner that same evening, I refrained from ordering a Chicago-style pizza (or, at least the type of Chicago-style pizza I had last year) and opted for thin-crust, (standard pizza anywhere else). Turns out Giordano’s doesn’t have one inch of pizza sauce on top of the pie. Kinda looked good, but I enjoyed my jalapeƱo and mushroom just the same.

Kindly, the client treated me to dinner, so I walked with them back to their hotel, exchanging handshakes and wishes of safe travel before heading back to my room for the evening.

3. Movie sets stop traffic
Everyone walking past the set of Transformers 3 was stopping to take pictures and sneak a peek at Hollywood – including me. There were police everywhere and T3 even had it’s own “police”…their line was “please keep moving, people”. Very well executed.

On a serious note, it was awesome being that close to the action. There were three forty-five second intervals that included heavy gunfire, explosions, smoke, low-flying helicopters and chaos. Then, I took a bit of my mediocre salad and saw Bumblebee (and three other Transformers vehicles) drive by.

4. I’m still a kid at heart
I spent all three cab rides in Chicago with my nose and eyes pressed against the window staring outward. During the day, the buildings, architecture and sidewalk entertainment caught my eyes – especially the badass (sprinkled with sarcasm) rollerskating in a figure eight in a pair of Umbros.

At night, I was transported down a street that ran parallel to Lake Michigan, where I watched the intermittent lights of a far away thunderstorm. The serenity I experienced while watching awesome weather was interrupted by an unforgettable rendition of a Hindu Jay Sean’s Down, set to the background music of radio squelch and noises from the undeniably high-performance, well-maintained cab we were riding in.

Left me looking forward to my next learning experience.

I Missed A Lot

Monday, June 22nd, 2009

This weekend was supposed to be an awesome time with family, but Mother Nature had to come along and change that.

I made it from AUS to ORD almost incident-free. There was about a twenty-minute delay at takeoff due to the weather surrounding the Chicago area. The pilot claimed that the weather was subsiding – not the case at all.

We landed in what can only be described as the eye of the storm and as I stepped off the plane, I noted how crazy/busy Chicago’s O’Hare Airport seemed. I had about ninety minutes before my next flight from ORD to ROA, so I leisurely made my way from gate to gate, stopping for an airport-priced Cobb Salad on the way.

As I approached the hallway housing my destination gate, I felt a gust of hot air and smelled the indoor campground that were the F and G gates. With about an hour to spare, I took a seat among a few other travelers waiting on their flight at my departure gate.

The monitor displaying flight information clued me into the first delay – my flight that was originally scheduled to leave at 6:45, had been pushed back to 8:15. I wasn’t very upset, I could see the horrible weather outside and remained calm, knowing that I would still not miss my older sister’s wedding and the first chance I’ve had to meet my niece.

Fifteen minutes passed as the female voice coming through the loudspeakers canceling flights seemed to have less and less time between each cancellation. I threw away my salad’s trash and wheeled my bag over to the half-mile-long customer service line. As I began to dial the customer service line, I heard my flight get canceled.

After being on hold for thirty-five minutes, I spoke to a young woman at United who gave me two options, that would turn out to both be worthless. Option one put me into Richmond around 1 a.m. (three hours from my destination). Option two got me to Roanoke around 8:30 p.m. (six hours after the wedding). I took option one and made my way to a small beverage stand near the windows where I watched planes sit on a runway getting pounded by tons of water, awesome lightning and some of Chicago’s best wind.

I called my dad and sister and per their dose of reality, we decided that it was probably a little absurd to think that I could drive three hours at 1 a.m. to get to Roanoke. Plus, the flight there wasn’t even guaranteed at this point. After two beers with three travelers who had been stuck in O’Hare since around ten a.m., I heard the bad news – my flight to Richmond was canceled.

I called United back and this time waited forty-six minutes on hold. After speaking to the representative, I found that my only logical option was to now turn around and go back to Austin. The earliest flight I could get back to TX was Sunday morning at 8:40…I’ll take it. As soon as I got my confirmation number, I phoned a friend that lives in Chicago. She came and picked me up and I began my first accidental vacation in Chicago.

In addition to meeting some interesting people, having some decent food and doing a little shopping, I saw Soldier Field, Buckingham Fountain, Lake Michigan, the Field Museum and the Puerto Rican Day Parade.

Pictures of the new t-shirts I got this weekend…

Useless Superpowers
Useless Superpowers

Banana Slip
Banana Slip

Mario Buying Mushrooms
Mario Buying Mushrooms

With the exception of missing my sister’s wedding, not getting to see family and missing the first opportunity to meet my niece, I made due and it turned out to be a decent weekend.