Day one of five days of training hell

I would love to reveal where I am right now but the town is so small that anyone who knows me in real life would put two and two together. I feel stupid about it because it gives the false impression that people really read my diary and I don’t think that’s really true but as I have said before this diary would be pretty useless to me if I didn’t have some sort of anonymity. It’s really a catch 22 because in some ways I wish that I was read by a lot of people but then I really think that would mean that I would have to disclose a lot about my self. I disclose a lot about myself but I don’t go around telling people that I have a diary/blog. For me it wouldn’t work and it seems like it’s not working for a lot of other people who seem to be closing shop because people close to them have issues with their blog/diary. This is mine all mine and I want it to remain that way. If by some small reason you’re really interested leave me a note or comment and I’ll let you know. Trust me when I say it’s boring.

Ok well I am in a small Georgian town where I have to spend 6 days of training. Today has been strange. I haven’t stepped foot into the airport in almost two months. This is the longest time in almost 15 years that I haven’t been on an airplane but as soon as I walked in I felt the stress. I don’t care who you work for or what you do, airports are stressful. I went to the flight attendant lounge to check my mail and I didn’t have any which made me realize that life truly goes on. I wonder if there’s anyone at my airline who thinks, “I wonder where dbfeb is? Probably not.

My flight was uneventful, I thought that maybe I would be a little nervous but all the noises and smells were the same. I got my rent a car, a nice new LaSabre. I still don’t like American made cars but this car is not. It could have upgraded to the Escalade for 5 dollars a day more. I was offered it because Enterprise overbooked their cars. I thought about it but I don’t really like driving SUVS. If it were a Mercedes or a BMW full sized car I would have jumped at it but I stuck with the LaSabre. The drive to this small college town was quicker than I thought it would be it would have been faster if I hadn’t missed my exit. Unfortunately for me the next exit was 20 miles away. You gotta love small towns. I could get into how it took me an hour to find this hotel or how what they call a suite is a little different than what I call a suite but I’m here and bored. JAB and I can spend hours in different part of the house but it’s good to know that he’s there. He almost started crying when I left which made me feel good and bad at the same time.

I wanna type more but for some reason I’m tapped. Since I have free wifi here I plan to update often. But no more tonight. Oh here’s something. Only in a small town will you find have the town shut down for Easter. In some ways that’s very sweet but in other ways it’s creepy. I don’t love small towns.

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