Distractions.

I. Dislike. Hate. Distractions.  Jason can validate that statement.  I can't stand anything that distracts me.  It's like the people in the back of a movie theatre whispering loud enough to hear them, but not understand them. (Nat - remember that? Ugh.)  In a training environment, the person who is constantly clicking their pen or chewing potato chips during a presentation - drive me crazy.  Yesterday, two guys behind kept talking during the presentations.  And one of them constantly clicked a pen.  Imagine how awesome it was when I found out the training facility rearranges the assigned seating!  Woo hoo!!  I loved it.  I couldn't wait for this morning.  The training facility states it increases networking, blah, blah, blah - I say it saves my sanity. 

Everyone but three people were moved from my table. I was one of the individuals not moved.  The pen clicker was not moved.  The loud whisperer was not moved.  My freakin' luck.  Better luck tomorrow.

Traveling for work isn't that great.  I enjoy the peace and quiet, but yet I crave noise.  The television is always on in my hotel room.  However, I can't watch my normal t.v. as I'm not current on my episodes.  My DVR is a little backlogged.  So, I always put on USA.  And I watch Law & Order: SVU.  I love it.  I went away last year for two weeks.  It just so happened there was an SVU marathon on the weekend between the two weeks.  Outstanding.  Nothing is different this time around.  USA is on right now with SVU. 

What's in Your Purse?

I left today for a work training.  I'm gone all week.  Sunday through Friday.  Kinda sucks, kinda okay.  I miss my boys and hubby.  On the way here, I panicked a little when I thought I was on the wrong road.  But then I saw a bunch of Virginia tags, so I figured I must be going in the right direction.  My company credit card has been giving me troubles since yesterday morning.  It wouldn't work when I picked up rental nor did it work when I had to fill up the rental gas tank.  How do you pick up a rental with only a 1/4 tank of gas, by the way?  Good news is that I only need to bring it back with 1/4 tank, but still. 
Anyway, on the way here, I kept hearing a dinging noise.  After a while, I realized what was dinging.  It wanted the seat belt on the passenger seat to be buckled!
I laughed.  It reminded me of the "What's in Your Purse?" series over at Kate at The Small Things Blog.  (Kate has an awesome blog with lots of hair tutorials!)  My purse is so heavy my rental wants it to put on a seat belt!!  ha ha!  Do you think it's time to clean it out??  :-)