Got sent off on a work trip.
As per normal it involved getting up at 3 AM to get on a plane at 6 so I could sit on the tarmac for two hours, then spend my day in a hotbox listening to why all of our of our plans, which had been approved by all parties weeks ago, now couldn't happen, and then working until nearly 8 PM.
Yup. The second day was the worst though.
Got up for the Sandman Inn's complimentary breakfast.
But they don't serve scrambled eggs, sausages or bacon anymore, like they used to.
Your options are now: cold (thawing) French toast, oatmeal or cereal.
Then we didn't go for lunch so I didn't have anything to eat or drink since breakfast
The place was a sauna at 30 C and above (or 86 for you in the states) and I spent three hours banging my head against BMO cheque scanners because one of the biggest banks in Canada needs to use early 2000's scanner tech on an abandoned internet browser. I'm not bitter at all (I'm super bitter. I was sitting next to a normal scanner the entire day)
After a painful day we finally get out of the office at 7:30 pm, nearly twelver hours after we stop. And I'm hyped because I'm dealing with heat exhaustion, normal exhaustion, and hunger... and my coworker who rented the car beelines for the hotel.
He feels sick.
So I am in the bathroom guzzling water so I can walk to a restaurant to order the most expensive meal they have. Because I'm hungry, I'm mad, and I don't get overtime
And, oh good... the only place I can go to that is still open closes at 9. I have an hour an ten minutes before I miss out on dinner. And I made the mistake of not taking the keys for the car.
But I get down there, frantically eat my dinner and walk back.
In the rain.
Yup. My whole week kind of went like that.
Then on Friday I got home, and cleaned the house in a panic because the inlaws were coming.
And on Saturday I had to drive three hours to be a bartender for a wedding. I don't drink, so you can imagine how well that went.
And if you're wondering "why would I agree to that on a day I knew the inlaws were coming" I just point to unexpected family obligations.
But hey, at least I manage to have a few silly run ins:
Helped out some ladies downstairs. They go upstairs for training. I get called up to fix a computer They're working on by the instructor.
"Oh. Hey. You are following us. That's... kind of creepy." -Lady
::Superman pose with hands on hips:: "Kind of creepy is what I do!" -Me
Waiting to get off the plane, this girl standing in the aisle next to me give a little yelp, jumps, and turns to give me the look of death.
Then the little asian lady behind her, impatient to get off the plane, steps forward and jabbed her right in the butt with her purse again.
Kirstie seems to be a trouble magnet. Or is it just Lex?
My experience with women tends to be that they don't really communicate very well. My first few relationships ended poorly as they wanted something and never bothered to say anything.
Amusingly I'm still running into this problem with my wife.
I've had her apologize for being cranky with me, only to have to tell her that I hadn't even realized she was cranky
My wife has the same failing.
And I intend to enjoy every minute it takes her to realize she can do better and kick my butt to the curb ;~)