I feel like such a goober that I got so stressed out about my business trip last weekend. I kept telling Jordan that I knew it was all going to be fine, but I still couldn't get myself to calm down. At least I'm aware of my neurotic tendencies.
Thursday morning I woke up at 4:00 a.m. feeling sick to my stomach. It was like race-day morning only there wasn't going to be a medal at the end.
The thing I was most nervous about was a problem that has plagued women of all ages since Adam and Eve tied fig leaves together to cover themselves in the Garden: what was I going to wear? Normally I don't spend too much time thinking about my outfits, but this was different because I'd never done anything like this before.
I didn't want to over dress and look stupid.
I didn't want to under dress and look stupid.
I wanted to look cute but not too young.
Professional but not too boring.
First world problems, I guess, but it sure felt like a big deal at the time. Which is why I stuffed my carry-on with tops and way too many shoes, because a girl scout is always prepared.
I met up with three coworkers at the airport, who all had a tiny duffle bag with them. And I was all, "It's cool. Don't mind me and my 25-pound suitcase that's top heavy and won't stand upright." I might as well have been wearing a sign that said FIRST BUSINESS TRIP.
I'm such a dork.
We flew from OKC to Houston, where we changed planes for Salt Lake City. I brought Divergent to pass the time, which I finally got from the library after being on the wait list for over a month.
I finished it by the time I got back on Saturday, and let's just say it was definitely not worth the wait. Click here for my Goodreads review if you're interested, and then feel free to email me and tell me I'm crazy or yell at me or something. But just so you know, I stand by my review.
Upon arriving in SLC, I found out that business trips are extra legit if you get to stay in a room like this:
I felt like I was on cribs. King bed all to myself, and you better believe I slept diagonally across it just because I could.
My 180 view was this:
So then I unpacked and tried on the twenty outfits I'd brought before deciding on both of these for Thursday (photo on the right) and Friday (photo on the left):
I only realized later that both involved purple and are also basically the same outfit just switched around. WHATEVER I LOOKED AWESOME.
I won't bore you with a lengthy play-by-play of my meetings. All I really need to say is that there was a lot of sweating. As in, I didn't stop sweating once the entire two days I was there. When I told Jordan, he was all, "Welcome to my life." For real, though. The dude is a furnace. I'm pretty sure his internal body temperature is 108 degrees.
Thursday night after dinner, my coworkers and I walked around downtown SLC. We went to Temple Square and saw the Mormon Tabernacle, and we sat in on part of the Mormon Tabernacle Choir rehearsal, which none of you probably think is cool, but I was with a bunch of choral geeks who loved the heck out of it. Apparently the Mormon Tabernacle Choir is kind of a big deal in the choral world.
The nausea continued to increase as I ate breakfast, and I was confused about why I was feeling so sick, when what did I find out but that my monthly friend had arrived!
By friend, I obviously mean most hated of all enemies.
And I was all
Of course I was not prepared because HELLO this was unexpected. **Insert rant about irregular girl problems.** So I had to do the run/walk of shame to the hotel gift shop to spend $10 on a tiny box of feminine products. Tampons, okay? I said it.
That box and a 2 oz. jar of local honey is all I brought back with me from Utah, you guys.
That is not what I call a memorable souvenir.
So I called my mom, because you can never be too old to call your mother about important life events such as getting your period on the day of an important business meeting.
She pumped me up and was all, "You can DO THIS." And I was all, "I CAN do this."
Cue the Rocky soundtrack.
In the end, my board meeting actually went great, and I still have my job, so that must mean nothing went horribly wrong. Also I am 100% satisfied with my outfit choices, so success on that front as well.
Also x2, my uterus didn't decide to eat my insides after all, which is always a good thing. Live to cramp another month. That's my motto.
Friday night was party time! Also known as when we all took a bus into the mountain to Park City.
We passed Olympic Village on the way (it looked really cool) and saw some of Olympic event areas like the ski jumping and the bobsled. Park City was cute, but I honestly wasn't extremely impressed. It seemed very touristy. However, I imagine it's really neat in the winter with the snow, etc.
In one of the gift shops I got asked, "Are you traveling for business or pleasure?" I said, "Business," and then felt hard core.
We all got up early Saturday morning (for a 6 a.m. flight!), and I looked rough. Our plane out of SLC was delayed about 45 minutes for a mechanical problem (always what you want to hear), meaning we had barely ten minutes to make our connecting flight in Denver. When I eventually made it home, I crashed hard.
Thus concludes the saga of Amanda's first business trip.
For those of you who actually made it to the end, I thought you might enjoy a comparison view from the sky. The mountains are a gorgeous part of God's creation, there's no doubt. But there's nothing quite like coming home.
Anyone else ever travel for business? Where have you gone?