My Carbon Footprint Is Going To Be Huge

U-S-A! U-S-A! Holidays plans are set and we're going to America. I can hardly contain my excitement. We fly from London to New York, four nights in New York, then fly to Los Angeles. Then the plan is to drive up the coast to San Francisco back down inland through Yosemite National Park and Death Valley to Las Vegas before flying back to London. Woop woop woop. Three weeks worth of strong dollar to pound exchange rate!

Of course my brain is going into over drive. In my head it starts with Seinfeld, Law and Order, Sex and the City then Arrested Development, Melrose Place, Beverly Hills 90210, then Full House, then finishes with CSI. And don't get me started on the movie references. It's going to be bad enough knowing that I'll be walking the same streets as Detective Briscoe!

I acknowledge the extent to which I may be considered tragic in my tv tastes and I realise I'm lucky I have such an indulgent boyfriend. Although, he was the one to suggest finding the Seinfeld diner! Then again, I was the one to respond that I'd already looked it up and confirmed it is in the same neighbourhood as our hotel.

At Least It Wasn't Slough

I have been in purgatory (otherwise known as an open plan office in Swindon) for the last two days, working my way through endless spreadsheets of data, inputting the red text into a database and counting down the hours til I can fall asleep on the train back to London. It sounds horrible, and it was, but at least it was out of my regular office. I'm so incredibly dissatisfied at work at the moment and I'm dealing with by cultivating the air of a surly adolescent. You want me to order some hospitality for your meeting? I'll do it but I reserve the right scowl, huff and generally act as though I am so much better than this. Tuesday I spent an entire meeting working on expressing my malaise through body language. I think I managed to take some notes but mostly I just focussed on the number of eye rolls, sighs, stifled yawns and how low I could slump in my chair. I am destroying goodwill all over the office.

Note to self: find new job.

To take the edge off I indulged in yet more online shopping. Brown boxes come just after cab companies' business cards and Indian takeaway menus in terms of what gets shoved through our front door. I don't think it's a problem...yet.