the ocean

I was in Florida for work this week. Fort Lauderdale, specifically. It was perfectly fine, particularly given that it snowed in Chicago, but I didn't see a ton of actual sun. Also, I found the suiting situation confusing. It was fall, but hot, so should I dress for the weather or the season? I just decided to put on jean shorts and call it a day.

The trip was for a conference, which was interesting and well-organized, but it is kind of exhausting to be attentive and interesting all day for three days. There were potential clients to be met, don't you know. So I made a lot of small talk about the weather, everyone's health, and likely white collar enforcement priorities for 2025. We are a fun group, to be sure.

Traveling will never not be the worst, though, am I right? Not the part about being other places, just the part about getting there. The flight there I had a talker sitting next to me who was impervious to my earbud trick and I couldn't get the outlet under the seat to work. The flight back we were delayed and had the endless taxi at O'Hare to top it off. We seriously landed at 6:30 and I wasn't off the plane until 7. At least this time I didn't get the gate mathematically calculated to be the absolute farthest from any sort of ground transport. 

Anyway, I'm back, and looking forward to the holiday. I view three days as the optimal length for a work week.