And so, I have a new day-job. I mostly work from home. More on that later. This is my official spiel: Lorna is a wheelchair-user, who travels extensively at home and abroad. She is an American who has lived in Scotland for 20 years, so she isn’t really sure where home is, though. She is fueled by coffee and creativity and is a recent convert to bubble tea. Her favourite travel experiences have included a solo Amtrak journey from New…
Remember when this blog was about (in)accessibility, travel and life on wheels? It’s kinda morphed into a wedding-planning stress-fest, which still includes all of the above. Stick with me here. In the midst of writing emails, being poked with dress-pins and sometimes sobbing over song choices, I have been doing some work. I’m part of a website start-up which will focus on listing accessible travel accommodation for disabled people, with an opportunity to read/share reviews on such places, book from…
I think I might be one. If you think you are too, here are the warning signs: Your job is all you can talk about. Until you become a boring stresshead to your friends. You know, the people who knew you before you got the job. The people who know you are indeed American, but you haven’t really lived there for 17 years, so your Americaness is well, no BFD. You’re sitting in your jacket and scarf and boots. With…
And so, (more than) a few days ago, I might have mentioned a new post tomorrow. Tomorrow is today. Since my last post, I’ve been trying to get myself a job. And now I have one. It’s a temp job, but it’s a mighty nifty one. I start on Monday. The journey has been an interesting one. On the day of my phone interview, I camped by the phone, practicing my phone voice by well, talking to myself. You know when you’re…
Let’s say you forgot your phone somewhere. Left it on your desk at work/in your locker/in a field/dropped it down a toilet. This is what you might do while you waited to retrieve your phone, if you were in this purely hypothetical situation: Call it. Five times. To make sure it isn’t in the house. Curse silent-mode. Stare at your bag, where your phone should be. Lift the bag and call your phone again, to see if you…
