Benjamin’s last day at Compass Bank

Today is Benjamin’s last day at Compass Bank, and what a roller coaster ride it has been. My overall rating of Compass Bank as an employer would be a D- based on how they have treated Benjamin in his 2.5 years there. That isn’t to say that most of the people he worked with weren’t good people, but overall the company does not treat their employees well and regional management is a joke.

Tomorrow I’ll be adding Benjamin to my health, vision, and dental insurance. IBM is great in that they offer domestic partner benefits but since it isn’t recognized as a legal marriage by the federal government, the money IBM contributes to cover Benjamin’s insurance is taxable income for me. Not sure how much of an impact that will be, guess we’ll find out next January.

Jodi’s reception in Las Vegas

This past weekend Benjamin and I went to Las Vegas to attend the wedding reception for our friends Jodi and Greg. The reception itself was very nice and all of the TAMSters were there to help her celebrate — the first time we’d all been together since Jenny and John’s wedding three years ago.

That said, Vegas and I do not get along. Our plane arrived in Vegas an hour late and we stood in the taxi line for 20 minutes. It was 1am PST Saturday morning before we got to our hotel. Benjamin and I spent Saturday hanging out with the Texas TAMSters (including attending the reception early afternoon). That evening a group of us went to the Stratosphere Tower where Janice, Karen, and Benjamin road the three rides at the top while the rest of us looked on. Then it was back to the airport that night to check in for our 1:45am flight back to Texas. That flight was delayed an hour too. We finally arrived back in Austin at around 9am Sunday morning. In total, we were outside of the Las Vegas airport for less than 24 hours. Most of that was my fault (I thought I was scheduling at a 1:46pm flight and screwed it up).

Vegas itself was too depressing and flashy. It was depressing to see people sitting in front of slot machines throwing their money away for hours. And its legal to smoke virtually anywhere in Vegas — something that bothered both of us. B and I decided that we might have enjoyed some of the shows, but agreed that if we want to see a show we’ll go to Toronto or NYC before we head back to Vegas. It was an interesting experience, not one I want to repeat.

Most importantly: congratulations to Jodi and Greg, we wouldn’t have missed it for anything. To the rest of the TAMSters: it was great seeing everyone!

ADC: AT&T Marathon

Tomorrow is the AT&T Marathon, and we’re not running it.

After not training for the past couple of months and after already being out of the ADC due to us not running the 3M Half Marathon, we had originally decided to just run half of the AT&T Marathon. We’d been talking about it for a week or so but decided for certain just 5 hours after the cutoff to switch from the full to the half. Not that we needed their permission to stop half way through the full race so that wasn’t a problem. Far better to just run the half marathon and feel good about it than run half of it and be miserable for the second half.

Fast forward to today when Benjamin has come down with some bronchial junk. He’s been coughing up crud since yesterday afternoon. (We’re guessing this latest illness is courtesy of the new FSR at the bank who was coughing all week long. Just another 1.5 weeks and we won’t have to worry about the bank again.) We’re both taking this as a sign that we’re simply not suppose to run the race tomorrow. Are we giving up? Probably, yes – but you know, I’m really OK with that. Ever since B applied to J&W in November, and got accepted in December, and started taking certification classes in January, we’re been going at a full tilt. It’s no wonder we are both frequently exhausted and stressed. I’m hoping things will get a little closer to normal come March 1st when Benjamin is no longer working.

We’ll be cheering for Matt () even if that means we’ll be doing so virtually if we can’t make it down to the race itself. Go Matt, go!