rarara random

My boss invited me to a meeting but I noticed he didn’t book a room, which was weird because he always books a room, and so I went ahead and booked a room for us, but then on my way to the meeting room that I booked, I saw another meeting room with my boss’ name on the mini-screen by the door —hmmm, maybe my boss just forgot to tell me that he booked a meeting room? I went inside the room, the one that my boss booked but forgot to tell me about, and inside said room were people that I work with or talk to sometimes, and they greeted me happy birthday while laughing and acting odd, and so I got hella confused, like, why are y’all in this meeting? It took a bit before I figured out the surprise, and when my boss finally walked in, I confirmed once more: is there no meeting? No, he said. It’s a cupcake party. Happy birthday.

I got myself a super mega duper expensive hair dryer a few years ago, and I have absolutely no regrets giving up a thicc wad of cash for it, especially when I stay in cheap-ass hotels with hair dryers that blow out air as if it has the lungs of an asthmatic grandpa. There’s barely any air or heat coming out of these hotel hair dryers, I’m telling ya. Using them is like getting another literal human being to manually dry my hair with nothing but their breath, sans the bacteria and saliva drops of course (or maybe not actually; hotels are gross).

I am a light packer, both in general and when I travel for work. I bring the exact number of underwear and socks, and I have no issues re-using sleeping clothes and pants. I don’t bring my own shampoo or soap (but I do bring my own toothpaste), and I don’t bring my overpriced hair dryer (which is why I’m forced to use the cheapo version). I don’t bring makeup either — moisturizer and sunscreen are enough. I could not care less. I wish I did but — no, actually, I’m okay with not caring at all.