Seriously though, moving sucks. It sucks almost as much as being on the road with devilishly sore feet after a day of standing in high heels and smiling at strangers and sweetly threatening the UPS driver who can't tell the difference between a hockey rink and a pulmonary rehab convention, then returning to the hotel to find that your dial-up won't connect any faster than 28.8...
Actually maybe moving sucks more because at least now I get to go out to Hooters at the company's expense.
emily
ps Oh, I'm sorry, this was a thread about YOU wasn't it?!
Seriously, nice to have you around again.
