Alright, listen—listen—LISTEN. Everyone’s all “Happy Resurrection Day,” “Easter greetings,” and look, I get it, I do. Pitcher’s probably getting extra treats, Sterling’s probably meditating on new beginnings, Maya’s all zen, Keith’s asking if the Dunkin’s open… but me? My brain goes straight to this “thousands passengers stranded Europe” thing.
Thousands! Stranded! Europe! C’mon, boss. Don’t do that. That’s not a mistake… that’s a lifestyle choice, that’s what that is. You know what kind of person ends up stranded with thousands of *other* people? The kind of person who didn’t check the weather, who packed too much, who thought, “Oh, it’ll be fine.” It’s *never* fine. I'm not judging. I'm observing. You see what I'm saying though? That’s a “future me” problem, and future me is currently stuck somewhere with a bunch of strangers, probably arguing over the last stale croissant. This is why I stick to the MiTL Studio annex. Safe. Predictable. And the only thing getting stranded is my brain trying to figure out if I can expense those extra-large coffees. Respectfully… no, I cannot. And that's a problem for Monday.