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October 19, 2006

Business in Dallas

Filed under: Travel in the U.S. — Heligypsy @ 10:01 am

Sometime ago, well back when we were settled in Washington, I decided to look for work that I could do from wherever Keith and I happened to be. I don’t need to explain it to most of you, my job as the “cold beer, clean laundry wench” while on the road was one I mastered pretty quickly. Several people have asked me over the years,

“What do you do?”

And some have said:

“I could never live like that”

Yeah, full-timing is not for everyone. Technology has absolutely come to my aid – I am officially able to work from anywhere, anytime. As a matter of fact, Keith and I flew the helicopter from Boulder City to Fresno yesterday – we will make the return trip this afternoon, and I am getting work done while here. This, of course is another story, another blog post.

Last Thursday I flew to Dallas for an annual conference for Virtual Assistants. And now you are going to say “What?” The fifth growing industry in America, the #1 in Canada, and most people have no idea what it is. If it helps, think Executive/Administrative Assistant, Graphic Artist/Designer, Bookkeeper just to name a few – the visual you have is likely is of a person in an office, maybe even a cubicle environment (God forbid!). Take them out of the office – and voila – you have a Virtual Assistant. It’s the same work, just done remotely. If you are reading this thinking “I work from home, does that make me?????” Yes. But, anyway, that’s all information that will be on my business blog – not necessarily what I came here to write 🙂

So, Dallas. Texas is not one of my favorite states. As a matter of fact, it ranks right up there with Wyoming on the list of “States YOU can keep” Yes, I think the people are friendly, not neccessarily any nicer than most people I meet, but certainly they are hospitable. (I think my dimples really disarm just about anyone who would be any less than friendly….it’s just a theory) But, the freeway and highway systems are a wreck, and as nice as these people very well may be, they drive like maniacs. I always feel vunerable in the state of Texas – clearly I am used to being surrounded by gigantic mountain ranges, and in Texas, well, it’s not flat as a pancake like Kansas, but close enough.

For the fact that I arrived Thursday afternoon and with the exception of having to detour to our meeting room via an outside door and back in again (due to broken pipes and incidentally massive flooding) I didn’t go outside – much less around the city of Dallas, for three days. Meetings and workshops wrapped up Saturday night, my flight didn’t leave until 7 p.m. Sunday night. How could I not make an attempt to visit the JFK Memorial? Every trip must start with a plan. There were two other delegates of the conference who had a 7 p.m. departure that night, so we decided to pal around. The hotel’s courtesy van gave us a lift to the railway, the young woman driving offered to take us somewhere so we could buy an umbrella – and I don’t think she knew what to make of us when we explained to her that not one of us, one from Portland, OR, one from San Francisco, CA, and myself a refugee from Washington, were going to melt or (unfortunately) shrink in the rain. The afternoon was pleasant – we wandered the WestEnd taking pictures and getting to know each other. Laurie, from Portland has a friend in Dallas, and she came to pick us up, gave us a driving tour of the downtown – with a quick stop at the infamous Grassy Knoll. Time allowed only a few pictures of the area, including the Book Depository that is now the 6th Floor Museum, where Lee Harvey Oswald shot President Kennedy.

Since Sunday was “game day” (and in Dallas that means more than I could have imagined) we made our way to the airport a little early. Laurie was coincidentally on the same flight as me – and she was terrified of flying. I took her under my wing for the leg of the flight we shared, and when we neared Vegas she asked so sincerely,

“Can you go to Portland?”
I laughed and answered enthusiatically,

“Absolutely! You just have to get the last minute ticket, put me up for the night, get my return ticket for tomorrow and pay my hourly wage – I’m IN!!!!”

Alright, so we departed the plane, I walked her to the flight screens to check her current gate information, pointed to the gate, said my goodbye’s and walked away to find Keith to take me home. But, there could be a market for that sort of thing, don’t you think?

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6 Comments »

  1. Hey Paula,
    Great run down on the trip to Dallas. I can’t wait to talk with you and hear more…

    Comment by Kathryn — October 21, 2006 @ 6:46 pm | Reply

  2. I’m heading to the Dallas/Ft. Worth area in December – hadn’t thought about visiting the grassy knoll, et al.

    I also think it’s cool there is a Virtual Assistants conference!

    Comment by Jenn — October 27, 2006 @ 3:08 pm | Reply

  3. I’ve done virtual switch engineering for years. You can run things from just about anywhere now. Nice to follow your adventures in it too. 😉

    Comment by Rich C — October 30, 2006 @ 3:38 pm | Reply

  4. Paula, there is definitely a niche for you…just go out and look for it! Yes, the dimples help a bit, too.

    Comment by Barbara R — November 12, 2006 @ 11:54 am | Reply

  5. I’m curious about the virutal assistant work. Is there a specific site you work through. As you know, I’ve been out in my Airstream most of 06′. I’m looking for some flexible ways to work while finding my new home site. 🙂

    Rich

    Comment by Rich C — January 5, 2007 @ 6:30 am | Reply

  6. Hey Rich, I’m glad you asked – I’ll send you an email today and see if I can answer your questions.

    Comment by borderlinegypsies — January 5, 2007 @ 11:10 am | Reply


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