Forgot to mention about day #1:
- My room has a safe in the closet. Before I left to look around the neighborhood with co-worker #1, I made sure to set the combination and put my laptop and digital camera in the safe.
- When I got back to the room. I discovered the safe door was open.
- Oh no! I've been burglarized!
- Wait... Everything is still there.
- Oh no! I'm an idiot who forgot to shut the damn safe door.
Forgot to mention about day #2:
- The shower in my room is tremendously hot. I have to turn the temperature knob all the way to cold for it to be slightly bearable. I assume the cold-water thingamajig in the shower hooziwhatsit is busted. The hot water coming in the sink is very hot... but the cold is very cold.
- Had dinner with co-workers #1 and #2. #1's cousin lives in Manhatten, and came out to dinner with us. She was very funny.
Day #3 (I can tell my vast army of 2 readers is on the edge of their seats now that I've skillfully whet their appetite with more details of the previous day's happenings):
- Got up
- Went to training
- Back to hotel
- Dinner! Heartland Brewery & Rotisserie
- Sampler tray full of tiny beers! Hooray Tiny Beer!
- Wander around Macy's, concentrate on walking in straight line.
- In Macy's, the higher we went, the older the escalators. I've never seen an escalator with wooden treads before. Sweet.
- Back to Hotel.
- Check e-mail. Realize the networking change that IT is doing just broke something they set up for me a couple months ago... My downloader application is barfing error e-mails around the company, complaining that it can't connect through the special NAT-ed address to the remote office. Hooray e-mail!
- 11pm! Hooray garbage trucks!
- Watch VW commercials friend posts to his blog. Hooray creepy VW guy!
- 11:13pm. Car alarm starts going off.
- Sweet zombie jesus, NYC is noisy. Remember tray full of tiny beers! Hooray tiny beers!
1 comment:
Only 2 readers? What about your wife and your parents? Have they not known the joy that is your BLOG?
New York sounds lovely. Especially the "nightlife."
Oh, one last thing: baby Jesus cries every time you mention beer.
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