Headed to Chicago this morning to do my “teach them to use the software” thing. Should be a good time. The people seem clever and motivated. That’s always much, much better than the alternative. All I really ask is that the person I’m working with give a damn, at some level, about the thing they’re trying to do. Hit me with “well, the boss says we have to attend your training, so train me,” and my heart drops right out of my chest.
My flight, according to the lady from Southwest is “entirely, completely, every seat – full.” Wheeeeeee. Hopefully since it’s 10:50 on a Thursday I can avoid the drunken a-hole section. All I want to do is sit quietly and edit my paper. Is that so much to ask?
Christmas party last night was a good time. We got a table for 10 (all four partners, plus me, plus all the spouses and girlfriends) at a schwank restaurant, and talked about nearly anything except work for about three hours. I love my company.
— Update —
Nooooooo! I just noticed that the pre-board line is as long as the group ‘A’ line, and all of them have strollers! Noooooooo! I just want to sit quietly and not be pooped on or near! Is that really too much to ask today?
** straps on zen attitude and laces up peaceful, composed, pleasant facial expression **
— Post Flight Update —
My pleas went unheard. The kid in the seat behind me pooped himself halfway through the flight.
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