I'm flying back from Canada this afternoon, which is good because I'm exhausted and I've already eaten too much poutine. I had some critical packing errors, one kinda trivial, one non-trivial.

I've spent so much time working this week on my performance review, this summit, and networking with people here that I'm going to faceplant my bed this evening when I get through Customs and make it home.

I was in the Toronto airport yesterday afternoon and wondering if I would run in to you.

A slight bit of job-ma would be appropriate in the next hour -- I have a promising phone screen, but it turns out that it will involve coding-on-the-spot which makes my anxiety super-strong.

Good luck Theo!

it turns out that it will involve coding-on-the-spot which makes my anxiety super-strong.

Ugh, I would hate that. When my anxiety is bad I have trouble typing.

Good luck, Theo!

Look at all y'all traveling.

Good luck, Theo!

Good luck Theo!

I was in the Toronto airport yesterday afternoon and wondering if I would run in to you.

Ha! I actually flew into the regional airport in Kitchener. While it's convenient, it doesn't have Pearson's free wifi and Duty Free where I can buy all the chocolate.

And my roommate tells me that painters are coming tomorrow, so I guess I won't even try to work from home on Friday. Ugh.

meara, refrigerator repairman. Best if you can get one from the company that made the fridge. If not, try Sears; I think they work on most everything.

Travel~ma to those a-travelin'.

Theo, job~ma!

I do long slow burn angry. Possibly even cold. I don't let go, but I'm not really explosive either.

I don't do explosive anger; I'm too repressed. I can do the slow cold burn, though. My boss once told me that when I get really angry, my throat turns red and my voice drops an octave. Then she leaves me alone, and lets me go home if I want to. Only happened a couple times; I try to use my Rage powers responsibly.