The Day After . . .

Our arrival into Utah was later than expected but as everyone must do, we had to jump right into reality and go back to work. We only received a small amount of sleep due to jet lag and the aforementioned late arrival, which made for an interesting day at work. At work it was nice to be back and hear from Pam that I was missed immensely, not personally but professionally of course. I can never truly fathom how much they rely on me to help keep the International Dept. running. If you wondering if I am high up at Nu Skin I am not. I assume it's the little things that I do that assist Pam, in particular, every day in the running of her team.


As said, things were going just fine. I had jumped in with locating, counting, and pulling the day's set of jobs when about 8:30 my stomach started acting up. The time in D.C. my body held together and I didn't have much of a problem despite of all the junk we ate. I guess this was when it all came apart . . . unfortunately, it didn't go as planned and I had to go home early. I was of no use when I spent my time running to bathroom. You might wonder why I didn't take some diarrhea pills? The reasoning was that I had taken some the night before and wanted to avoid further problems.

You might be wondering why I am going in such detail about this particular subject, right? Well, as said in another post, this will be my journal. If one doesn't want to read this part all I can say is skip it.

It's getting late and will finish this in either another post.

(To Be Continued . . .)