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Wed Jan 21, 2009 7:00 pm
I began my day at 9AM, no breakfast, no shave, no clean clothes. I went downstairs and printed out some documents and stuff for management to sign. I log into the internet and notice the IP address is wrong on my laptop.
I check the server room and have to visually check 120 some wires to see which one is out of place. This takes me 4 hours longer than I had to be at this property. After I finally find the issue, I go to the head manager and get him to sign off on the job completion and he asks me to explain the whole computer interface to him right then. I just about had a throat spasm including words that you usually can't say in front of the big boss. I did hold out tho, somehow and got through the whole tedious thing.
I then drove from Hampton VA down to Chapel Hill, NC this evening.
On the way, I stopped into WalMart to sell my soul to the Chinese a little and trim my out-of-control beard a little in their sink. This particular WalMart had a large plastic sink-like thing that pees three streams of water on your hand when you put your crotch in front of it.
I finished getting weird looks from the customers as I trimmed a full month's worth of growth and washed it down the great silver orifice. Then I bought a camera.
Next, I get along on the freeway south to Newport News and through toward I-95. About the time I get to Suffolk, I get a call from my boss. He tells me that the Carolina Inn has sold out of rooms and I will have to book over in the "Rizzo Center" on the other end of town instead. I wanted to make a Jerky Boys joke, but held it in cause I don't know the guy too well.
I am driving a gigantic Chrysler 300C and the center line seems impossible to find on this car for some reason, this causes me to jerk from side to side when at speeds over 80mph, and did I mention I hate driving long distance?
About 3 minutes later, I get a call from Gil, the maintenance engineer of the Carolina Inn. He swears to me that I will most likely have a room ready at the inn when I arrive around 9PM... At this point I just agree and get on my merry way.
5 minutes later, there is a huge traffic jam on US Rt. 58 where everything is at a standstill. Murphys law is now fully in effect! About 45 minutes later, we pass what was holding us up: a car got pulled over for speeding. THAT'S IT! No other reason. These screwing people, I swear.
So, we fast forward 3 BORING hours to finding the hotel. It's deep inside a maze of winding one-way streets and no left turn zones, or course. I find a sop on the entrance loop and park to run in and get my room reservation.
I roll inside this very old looking joint in a hoodie, vans and black jeans with wind-blown long hair down to the middle of my back. I approach the counter and three very hot young co-eds look me up and down like I had a visible disease. I, being the charming person that I am, stare back with a big arse smile, they leave.
Next I tell them my company name, hand them a card and ask to have my room assignment. I was then laughed at and told that of course there wouldn't be a room available tonight with the game and all...
SO I ask to see the manager and I was again snickered at because of the hour I got there. Geez, I guess I am really out of it. The south is so damn lazy!
SO I go all the way to Rizzo Center and get lost on the way, again a maze of streets and a map given to me by the hotel staff obviously drawn by a three-year old. Thanks again...
I can't find the stupid building I am rooming in because the lights in the sign are out. I check in and the restaurant closed 5 minutes ago. I go and check in and then I get a call from my boss, I accidentally cut him off while he is saying something important and get yelled at. I go out and ask if I can use the gym to work off the sheer anger I have now and I get the key. Then I get in there and two college chicks ask ME why I have to work out when they are there? I told them if they had a problem with it they could look the other way. They went to complain to the guy down front but he just laughed it off and got me a 6-pack of soda to help with the hunger pangs.
There you are, my day.