February 2012
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Confession: On being a creepy (but well-meaning!)...
I went shopping for gifts at the duty free Galleria today and found myself sandwiched between two United captains at the queue. Right before we got to the counter, the only register broke and we were told to wait 5 min for the repairman. I offered the captain behind me to go before me since he was only carrying a bottle of scotch vs. my shopping basket full of stuff, and he needs to board first....
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It hasn't hit me yet.
Flying back to the States tomorrow for a tradeshow in Indianapolis (sloppy seconds to the Superbowl - Yay!)
So yeah, Happy Valentine’s and see you on the other side of the pond ;)
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“I can be changed by what happens to me, but I refuse to be reduced by it.”
– Maya Angelou
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crash course in French plumbing terminology.
Walked into my bathroom to find it flooded, managed to a) find the leaking pipe, b) clean up the huge puddle of water, c) find the nozzle to stop water to my apartment, and d) tell the apartment owners in detail [in French] about my plumbing ordeal. It’s been such a shitshow two hours, but I’m really proud of myself, haaa :)
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Making the World's Largest Airline Fly →
On July 1 the new United introduced its new coffee. Fliers on the “legacy United” fleet, accustomed to Starbucks, let out a collective yowl of protest. Pineau-Boddison had expected some resistance—Starbucks, after all, is a popular brand—but this was something else. Flight attendants reported a barrage of complaints. Pineau-Boddison received angry e-mails from customers, as did Smisek. The...
Just rubbed elbows with Gérard Depardieu.
What is my life.
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The loneliness finally strikes.
But only when I realize there’s no one sneaking into the kitchen to get batter from the bowl while my back is turned, no horde of boys to descend upon my two perfectly baked rum banana cakes, no sisters asking me for the recipe or asking me to bake another one for x and y event next week.
I am pretty sure that if I end up single in old age, I won’t be a cat lady but a cake lady,...