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Current Mood: full
Two blogs in two days? Heresy!
Well I’m stuck in Chicago with no car and no guitar. What else am I going to do? I’m coming home tomorrow night, though. That’s right, bitches.
This trip has been very strange. A few years ago, when I first met Crista, I was on a PeopleSoft trip to Atlanta to take a special class that ~15 consultants from all over the U.S. flew in to be a part of. I didn’t need a rental car because I could walk to the office from the hotel. The hotel itself, an Embassy Suites, was totally open in the middle with the rooms all around the perimeter not unlike a Vegas casino. They had trees and a pond and a ceilingless restaurant. The PeopleSoft office was just one rented floor in a nearby building, with a very peculiar layout. I’d never seen anything quite like it nor since.
Here in Chicago, I’m here to take a special class with about ~15 consultants from all over the U.S. (This is an ITIL® class if you are interested, and it is absolutely impossible that you are.) I was instructed that I would not need a rental car because I could walk to the office from the hotel. The hotel itself, a Sheraton, is totally open in the middle with the rooms all around the perimeter not unlike a Vegas casino. It has trees and a pond and a ceilingless restaurant. My new company’s office is just one rented floor in a nearby building, with a very peculiar layout. I’ve never seen anything quite like it… except in Atlanta. Seriously. Almost identical layout. I won’t bore you with the details but suffice it to say that I’ve been in enough office buildings in my life to know that this isn’t common. This is like the same trip, but maybe in an alternate universe.
Someone in the class heard that I was a vegetarian today and said to me, “I mean, you don’t look like a vegetarian.” By which I assume he meant, “you are a very large mammal.” Although probably not quite that nice. I would have been quite insulted (actually I was) but later someone else asked me, “is that your band on your laptop?” I had a TCB flyer up. I told him yes, and he said, “I figured, I mean, you look like the type.” By which I will assume he meant I look like… a fucking rockstar. So I guess it all evens out.
I walked about a mile to a restaurant (the hotel food is… too expensive and not very good) for dinner tonight. The weather was OK, and other than the fact I had to run in lanes of traffic because there were large portions of street with no sidewalk, it was a nice stroll. Apparently though, Hurricane Ditka rolled in while I was dining, and when I went to leave, it was hailing. I called a cab though, so all was well. It’s still T-stormin’ out the window behind me, and the cable in the hotel has been coming in and out all night. Hence the repeat bloggin’.
Actually, speaking of hotels, you know how I’m always saying I get sick my first time in a new town (almost without fail)? Well it turns out a recent study has shown what common sense should have already told me… hotel rooms are typically crawling with contagious germs, particularly on light switches and remote controls. I wash my hands more often than most, but how much you want to bet that it’s my own hotel rooms that have been doing me in? Et tu, Hilton?
And now, in an attempt to make this otherwise boring blog more interactive and more interesting to you, the reader, I’d like to get your opinions on something: what’s the most attractive way to yawn? Or should I say “least unattractive?” Cats and other animals look adorable when they yawn, but not humans. I don’t think people ever look quite so ugly as when they yawn unabashedly. Recently, a friend of mine commented on how bad it looks when someone (or at least when I) try to keep the mouth closed while yawning. Your face contorts and apparently no amount of control on your part makes this bearable for your peers to watch. So what’s the consensus? Open mouth with hand over? Inquiring narcissists want to know.
In closing, Paul Simon is still a genius.
“The Mississippi delta was shining like a National guitar…”