the upcoming adventure
Nov. 15th, 2009 11:10 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
rmI'm in that stupid travel state where I am too tired to stay awake, but if I sleep I only do it for two hours at a time. I am frustrated to be in the hotel room, but on a Sunday night here there is nothing.
Necessity is amazing, however. Confronted with a shitload of German I don't understand and my rage about limited legal trading hours (which force shops to close on certain days and hours such that it makes it very hard for people to have 2-earner households because there's no time to do anything and basically screws women out of careers), I somehow forced myself to figure out how to get to a supermarket at 7:30am tomorrow to buy "Free From" gluten-free products and then walk to my office to get there shortly after eight (we are required to be in before 9).
This was HARD. Now I have to leave a note for my coworkers when I leave tomorrow morning before 7am to make this happen. My insane jet-lag confusion should make this not awful. Now I am going to go downstairs and get a snack, then maybe try to write some ConSweet (there are developments in Jean's background, oh crap!) before hopefully sleeping a little more earnestly.
I can already tell I'm going to want to shoot Toblerone bars in the face by the end of this trip. Until today, I hadn't had one since Hewitt because there was a girl with a Swiss ski cottage who always brought them back with her, thus making them terribly fashionable.
Necessity is amazing, however. Confronted with a shitload of German I don't understand and my rage about limited legal trading hours (which force shops to close on certain days and hours such that it makes it very hard for people to have 2-earner households because there's no time to do anything and basically screws women out of careers), I somehow forced myself to figure out how to get to a supermarket at 7:30am tomorrow to buy "Free From" gluten-free products and then walk to my office to get there shortly after eight (we are required to be in before 9).
This was HARD. Now I have to leave a note for my coworkers when I leave tomorrow morning before 7am to make this happen. My insane jet-lag confusion should make this not awful. Now I am going to go downstairs and get a snack, then maybe try to write some ConSweet (there are developments in Jean's background, oh crap!) before hopefully sleeping a little more earnestly.
I can already tell I'm going to want to shoot Toblerone bars in the face by the end of this trip. Until today, I hadn't had one since Hewitt because there was a girl with a Swiss ski cottage who always brought them back with her, thus making them terribly fashionable.
