I love to get out of Washington, and I love seeing people I don’t get to see on a regular basis. I love flying, I love hotels, I love putting on my “out of office” messages (any time I get to use the phrase “out of pocket” is a bonus, regardless of whether or not I’ll have access to wifi or voicemail).
The sick, sad truth of it all, though, is that what I love almost as much as any of those things is making the packing list. It doesn’t matter if I’m taking a week on my beloved North Carolina coast, a long weekend in Vegas, or a work related jaunt to a client site, one of the most joyous and gleefully torturous parts of traveling is deciding what I’m going to need to make it though my excursion in a manner befitting what I imagine the manner of myself to be.
I’m in the process of planning for two trips. I’m in HEAVEN.
Paradoxically, the benefits of pampering yourself are greater now than any specific work you might do.
I will never ever argue with that sentiment.
Holy God.

10000000000% better than celery for a Bloody Mary garnish. Amazingly tasty on their own. Made in Vancouver, so if you’re Dave or Abby you probably get a better deal than anyone else reading this. But they’re worth it.
facemeltingaction:
dwineman:
- Do you work exclusively from home?
A. No
B. Yes
SCORE YOURSELF
If you answered A. to Question 1: Ha ha ha ha ha maybe.
If you answered B. to Question 1: LIVE FREE, NOBLE SAVAGE
I am pantsless and scraggly and having a really productive workweek and I am the master of my own destiny.
I feel like if my workweeks (day job, at least) were pantsless, I’d be so fucking productive that I’d own the damn company.