On the first leg of our trip to Melbourne this evening from JFK to LAX, I watched the first three episodes of the series Chernobyl based on the nuclear accident that happened in the Ukraine in 1986. It was gripping and horrible, an awful reminder of not only how much error human beings are capable of, but also how stupid and senseless people can be in the face of real data and science. Those who were in leadership at the time not only did not want to face the fact that a true explosion had happened, insisting that only a fire was all that needed to be put out. And even while people are dying in droves and being sent to hospitals, those with power refuses to admit that there is a greater problem that could potentially poise and kill their entire population. In addition, when faced with actual scientists and people who could provide credible background and data, they didn’t want to listen to them, insisting to use their own (baseless) gut instinct based on their egos and positions. It doesn’t seem to matter whether it is in the 1600s during the Salem witch trials, the 1850s when cholera was poisoning and killing people in a growing London, 1980s in the Soviet Union, or 2019 in the U.S. — over history and time, history continues to repeat itself with people aggressively insisting to deny data and science, insisting on baseless fake ideas that have no rhyme or reason, and thus resulting in the denial of humanity and ultimately the countless deaths of so many. Those who are doctors or physicists are written off as “elitists” in a derogatory way instead of being listened to. It’s so sad that this keeps happening and that human beings just never learn from past mistakes. Because is that not what the learning of history is supposed to be for?

Chernobyl just made me so angry overall, seething at how stupid people can be with their perceived “logic.”

It’s time to start packing for Australia. Each year when I go through the process of packing for Australia when it’s clearly cold and miserable here in New York, I always look at all the clothes I lay out on my bed to pack and wonder if I am going to be warm enough… only because when I look outside my window here, all I see is the cold and grey, which is especially true today since it’s absolutely freezing outside with nonstop frigid rain. I didn’t even go outside the apartment today.

But Melbourne is a funny place. It’s the type of city where it can be 60 degrees F one day and then 100 degrees the next. I still vividly remember the very first morning Chris took me back to Melbourne for Christmas in December 2012. I kept thinking about summer, so I ended up wearing the lightest jacket for our airport transfers. When we landed and were waiting for his parents to pick us up curbside, I was absolutely freezing in the little bits that I was wearing and was really unhappy with myself. The sky was grey and it looked like it was threatening to rain. Is this what an Australian summer is in Melbourne…?!

Fast forward to a few days later when the thermostat was over 110 degrees F and his parents were warning us to stay indoors and not wander around the city… which of course, we did, because Chris never likes being told what to do. I was being burned alive.

Unpredictable Melbourne, we’re a comin’ for you.

I was reviewing my book of business at work a couple of weeks ago while planning my series of meetings in Miami this week, and it suddenly dawned on me that despite being in a customer facing role, which is oftentimes looked at with a lot of disdain given how many headaches you can deal with when you have unrelenting and demanding customers, I’m actually pretty happy with my customer list. I look forward to spending time with them, to helping them, and to visiting them and having lunch with them, even discussing things that are completely unrelated to work. The vast majority of them I actually like as people and think are genuinely smart, well-meaning, fun people. And frankly, before I came to this company and took on this role, I could never say that in any other customer facing role I’ve had in the last 11.5 years of full-time work. Especially when I worked at an agency doing search engine marketing or social media, I really thought my customers were the ditziest with the least amount of common sense.

I’m really lucky in this sense because I know that most of my counterparts do NOT feel this way about their books of business. They really envy me with my customer relationships and my customer travel to see them. I’m in an enviable role with an enviable book. I do have it pretty good and have little to complain about on the customer front.

I took some customers out for lunch today, and they were lamenting to me that even though they love the weather in Miami at this time of year given that it’s always warm and sunny (when the rest of the East Coast is freezing and enduring snow), they actually miss the seasons and seeing things like autumn colors changing and having a real spring. “Snow around Christmas time is so pretty!” Yet, in the same breath, they also shared that they only go see their parents or other relatives for a few days around Christmas or New Year’s out of obligation, but they would hibernate at home, refusing to go outside to deal with the cold. “It’s just so depressing at this time of year up there!” One of them exclaimed.

So, in other words, you say you miss having all four seasons, but the reality is that you actually do not. Plus, you never want to move to a place that had snow ever again. And, you never want to leave Miami ever again unless it’s for a sunny-all-year-round city. Interesting.

When I come to Miami for work, there are usually two things I always like to get: 1) Cuban food, and 2) food from Pura Vida, which is a healthy all-day cafe that does really delicious juices, smoothies, and well-rounded, large grain bowls that vary from vegan options to salmon with endless varieties of vegetables so that you know you are pretty much enjoying a rainbow in a bowl. I come to Pura Vida at least once every work trip, and the food has always been reliable. They have an all-day breakfast menu, and I’d never ordered from it before and decided to order the smoked salmon avocado toast from there today.

That was a bit disappointing because when they brought the plate out to me, it was literally one slice of toast with avocado and smoked salmon… for $13? Usually when places say that they will give you “toast,” it means two slices of bread. Here, it was… one? Granted, that one slice was thick, toasted, and was delicious, but it just looked so sad and lonely on my plate. They sprinkled the top of the mashed avocado with black and white toasted sesame seeds. I had two large slices of smoked salmon. And that was it. This would need to tide me over. until dinner time, and other than the banana I ate for breakfast, this is all I would have eaten today.

The other thing that irked me was that you have the option to pay $3 for two soft boiled/poached eggs. If that’s the case, there needs to be one egg per slice of toast. You absolutely cannot serve two eggs with ONE PIECE OF TOAST. That is so cheap!!!

I’m never ordering from their breakfast menu ever again.

After coming back from JFK yesterday afternoon, I had to head back to the airport, this time LGA, for my work flight down to Miami this afternoon. I wasn’t so sure that my flight would even take off given I could actually see snow falling late morning, yet my flight status still said on time. So I headed to the airport to see hour after hour of delayed messages for my flight. It got me worried, especially since when I checked with the airline, they told me that every flight out to Miami for tomorrow was already fully sold out, so if all the flights today were to get cancelled, the earliest they could get me out was Wednesday evening. I had a Tuesday afternoon meeting scheduled that I couldn’t miss.

Eventually, we finally took off 3.5 hours later, so it could have been a lot worse. But it made me feel even more annoyed given that if they had just been open with us about the situation, I could have spent far less time agonizing this at the airport, where everyone was antsy and nervous, and instead been in the comfort of my own home. But, not like the airlines care.