cash rocks
Although I prefer Cocaine Blues, live at the Folsom Prison.
Don’t let the turkeys get you down, enjoy your cookies, and get some fuzz therapy. 🙂
happy birthday, ange!
May’s a busy month for our family. Four birthdays to celebrate and one to remember.
My baby sister turns 29 again today, and I just wanted to give a little shout-out and wish her a happy day. Hopefully the trip home went well, and you get an opportunity to relax a little bit.
Hugs from across the pond!
fat guy, no little coat
On the way to my client site this morning the gym next door was handing out pamphlets on their professional fitness trainers. As props, they had a “before” and “after” person. The “after” was in great shape, the “before” looked like he weighed about 400 pounds, and was drinking a beer (it was 8:15am). I took out my camera to snap a pic, and he saw me and shouted “you take a fucking picture, I’m gonna get up and sit on you. mark my words, you don’t want to take my fucking picture.”
I saw the wisdom in his words, and didn’t take a picture. I’m hoping he’ll be back tomorrow so I can get a running start.
After a rough start last night (really, really long customs line and the Heathrow Express ticketing machine ate my only credit card), things went really well today. I like my client; they’re sharp and know exactly what our product strengths and weaknesses are, and I can actually help them with a couple problems they’re having. Back at the home office, another one of my team resigned last week, and our director let us know today that his last day was Friday.
Things to think about. Sunny (hah hah) London is treating me well, and I’ll be getting up early tomorrow to go for a walk and (hopefully) snap some pics.
spoiled
I made it into Heathrow on time last night, and tricked them into letting me into the country (although the Customs line was long, and the people guiding you to the gates were some of the rudest I’ve ever seen. Great first impression.) I tried to buy a ticket for the Heathrow Express, and the machine ate my one and only credit card. Thankfully, they have people on site to deal with that kind of thing, and after a bit of a wait I got my card back and went to the human to purchase my ticket.
On the recommendation of the group within my company I’m working for while here, I’m staying at a Citadines Apart’Hotel. it’s not quite what I expected. The bed’s a pull-out, and is not terribly comfortable. The walls are pretty thin, so I got to listen to shrieking girls/women for an hour or so before I finally dropped off. There’s no in-room network access, and they don’t provide anything like, say, a coffee maker, alarm clock, soap, or any of that good stuff. The soap would have been good to know about before I arrived. They do sell it in the lobby, and they don’t charge you your first-born (a good thing for me), so I guess it’s ok.
A very different hotel experience than any I’ve had. I’ll give it a chance, but so far I’m not too crazy about the place. I’ve become accustomed to comfortable beds, reasonably quiet rooms, and reasonably priced, in-room network access. So endeth the complaining. I know it’s different here, so I’ll deal 🙂 I also think being awake at 0230 subjective isn’t helping.
Now all I have to do is hope the client calls me so I can figure out where I’m supposed to go/be.
and away we go
So, how are you spending your long weekend? Me, I’m in one of my favourite places to be on the weekend – Pearson airport in Toronto. I found out on Wednesday my long weekend was going to be cancelled, and that I’d be spending a week across the pond helping a client with a mis-behaving platform.
So, I got up this morning at 04:15 after not being able to get to sleep until after midnight, and feel like a truck hit me. Axe is going to be in town at the same time, so there’s a better than average chance I’ll have someone to go for a beer with while I’m there. I might also have the chance to bug UK while I’m there.
Right now I’m sitting in the lounge in Pearson, so it’s not a bad deal. They put on a continental breakfast, so a bit of yogurt and some dirty water and I feel a little better. There’s a lady who reminds of Dr. Ruth, a super cute baby who smiles and says “Mmmmmmmm!” after every bite of food, and a guy who has put back four cans of drinks in the last 20 minutes – not exactly what I’d recommend as a pre-flight ritual. It’s fun to people watch.
In any event, off I go. More miles, and hopefully I’ll have some time to look around. I’m staying close to Charing Cross, so I should be able to get out a little and see some sights in the evening, provided BadThings(tm) don’t make for some long days. My long weekend and sleep will have to wait.
Onward, to the land where curried chicken sammiches is king (at least, until the Queen moves on, although the sammich may be a better choice than chuckles)!
happy birthday, sue!
A very happy 29th to Sue on this day. Thanks for putting up with dad as much as you do, we really should probably get you a bottle of whisky for that. I wonder if there’s any place I can get some when I’m across the pond?
Enjoy the day, and make sure that guy you hang around with takes you out for dinner or something.
donkey!
You know, it’s so cool when something arrives in the mail that is completely unexpected. I was thinking that Tierney would be getting something frilly on account of A Moveable Feast, but that was not the plan. This little fella arrived in my mailbox, along with an explanation that there was no pun intended. It made me laugh, too, so I thought I’d share as well.
Confused?
Don’t worry about it. Go drink beer, watch hockey, and know that after an incredibly craptacular week, the donkey made me giggle. You should giggle, too. Thanks, Jen, you helped rescue my week and finish on a high note.
*ahem*
So… umm… San Jose?
I hate to stoop to this level, especially since I’m 0-4, but what the hell.
To all you boo-birds in the land of eBay, y’all can go fuck off and die now.
Go Oilers!
urk
Nothing like shaking up the week by finding out you’re going to be in London (no, not Ontario) for a couple weeks. It’s actually kinda cool – I’ve been to London more than ten times, and have never really played tourist. This time I’ll bring my camera, and make sure I devote the weekend to taking pictures. I’m just kinda pissed that I’m going to miss May 2-4 AGAIN. Seems these little crises show up whenever a long weekend is upon us.