Tomorrow morning, I will be leaving cold, rainy Maryland around 8:30 AM to hang out in warm, sunny San Antonio, Texas for almost four days.
The highs will be: 78, 81, 80, and a glorious 83.
I keep getting extremely excited about this. I packed my birkenstocks.
And then I remember: I will be inside a convention center for all of the day light hours.
The life of a bear seller is not as glamorous as it seems. Sure, I jet around the country on the weekends. Sure, I make decent cash. Sure, I sell teddy bears to cheerleaders in garish eye make-up.
But I don't get to experience the different places I travel to. When we land tomorrow, we are going straight to the Convention Center, where we will stay until nine. The next day is six AM to nine PM...as is the following day.
Sunshine? No, just the artificial lights of the convention center (this one is the Alamodome, which is pretty funny).
Local cuisine? If you call cold convention center french fries cuisine. I do not.
Night life? Well, we'll probably go back to the hotel and collapse in exhaustion. We'll order take out and watch television until we crash. Then we'll get up at five the next morning and do it all again.
I like my job. Don't get me wrong.
I just want a little sunshine, dammit!
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