I'm glad it is the shortest month. I guess it hasn't been all bad.

First week: he was here. Despite getting called for a surprise 3 day trip and spending another night puking after I ate raw oysters, oh and getting into another no-boys-allowed tiff with the second roommate, our time together was good. It's always good-no, great. I saw the Falls again with him too on a BUF layover. A cruel irony that I actually seek out and TRY, really try to get BUF layovers now. Why couldn't he live in Florida with the rest of the cool kids?

Week 2: That big storm hit the Carolinas and I was trapped in Ft. Lauderdale for two whole days. I know-- my life is so hard. Normally I would be in hog heaven, just a pig-in-shit over this kind of fortune. Getting paid to lay by the pool!? When I was supposed to be in PIT? When my own Conquistador happened to be in FLL too!? AMAZING. EXCEPT, I was supposed to be back at home working at the flowershop for Valentine's Day. The level of guilt and anxiety I was feeling because of this cannot be rationalized. I tried everything to get back there. I had to rent a car even to get to my apartment as all buses had stopped. There was no way I was going to trust my transport to some southern cabbie when I learned to drive in the snow either. After 2 rental cars, being #57 on the standby list to Orlando and pedal-to-the-medal racing, I arrived on Valentine's Day around 1pm to discover that the rest of the team was there until 5:30 the night before and the owner had to be ambulanced to the ER after a minor heart attack and severe dehydration (and stress?) Level of guilt rationalized. I was on duty three days after that (which means I'm supposed to be back in base in Charlotte), but I just really wanted to stay, so I gambled and won and was able to work three more days at the shop and see a lot of friends. It turned into a super week. I was really missing B, so it felt like my heart had healed a bit.

Week 3: I went to London. I don't know how I managed to get this extra trip, but I did. Success. The plane was only 1/2 full both going and coming, so it was EASY and we had super long crew rest breaks. I watched 3 movies and napped and ate everything in site. Wonderful.

Week 4 (present day): All 3 of my roommates were gone all week. All of them for 4 days. Odd and GREAT since I'm a burnt-out after roommate drama. My friend up the road, another flight attendant invited me along for a one-week pass to the YMCA. The Y here is super nice, btw. I've been working out like a mad dog all week. I'm so sore that I might not be able to lift my own suitcases onto the plane today. It has actually been pretty fun spending this much time with her. I start another 3 day trip I picked up this afternoon, then I'm off on my fantastic Florida vacation after that. Stay tuned.

My shit-bird roommate moves out on the 7th and I am currently trying to find a replacement. Wish me luck. Until then, I stalk and stalk the trade board trying to get work. MUST.PAY.THE.RENT.