“Wahoo is going to try to move my role to ATL.”
I sent that message the afternoon I flew down from New York. I had already been going back and forth for work. Now the role itself might be moving.
I told a friend at Wahoo that I would be in Atlanta for the next couple of weeks and asked if he had time for dinner or drinks. That was the social plan. The work plan was much less relaxed.
Two days later, I started canceling meetings so I could finish the 2024 budget and the plan for the second half of the year. One calendar note said I needed to pick the conversation up the following week. Another was more direct: I was slammed on deadlines and needed to be heads down working that day.
The Atlanta stretch had become the work.
There were product and organization decisions moving at the same time. I had just closed out one UX organization discussion and was trying to get the resulting plan into motion. Other partnership and software work was still moving. I did not have room for every recurring call just because it was already on the calendar.
By Friday, my foot was sore and it was 91 degrees outside. I skipped the evening plan and wrote that I was going to bike indoors instead.
The camera roll has my black Specialized Roubaix standing inside the apartment, loaded with a frame bag and two bottles. It was ready to go somewhere. For that night, it stayed inside with me.