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I am in Albany.
I went to the office early, picked up the huge stack of crap that was sent in, cursed under my breath how after all I do for my coworkers and how thorough I am ensuring they can operate away from the office that no peckerwood, not even Ron, took the time to list what items were sent in making this trip more necessary.
Got to the airport only to have my flight delayed an hour. Ticket on SWA had group C on it so I got stuck next to a large disabled guy with sour-milk breath. He had pushed the armrests up out of necessity so I had rubby feeling on my side.

In Albany, haggled the price of my hotel down, found out there is an airport shuttle so I may return my car a day early to save taxpayer $ (not a lot but I try), and sent an email to the office and another to this field group.
Ate foods and had a non-fat decaf mocha with mayan chocolate spicey goodness in Professor Javas...mmm...
Bubbly azn young girl serving me had a barely visible hickey.

Got the BEST SECOND LOOK EVER to my "I (screw) robots" t-shirt! A couple guys and few girls getting off the elevator, wearing "cross-fit" t-shirts (boys only) but all looking fit, did a huge conversation stopped double take...dunno why it hit home but it was awesome to pretend I didn't notice. Yay for robot buggery!

Reviewed all the documents again after reading them in the airport and on the plane, then wrote a brief summary to my group out here.

Mirror tells me that while the scale might be forgiving, I have bags of fat. They're not huge, but damnit I'm so close to looking good naked. Grr. Stupid bags of fat. Did I mention chocolate?
Ugly...bags...of mostly water...

Canceled my week off in June to attend training, but I'll have to make it up.

Tried to scope Albany goth nights, not that I'm likely to go, but they moved off of eljay and only post in myspace / facebook, neither of which I can view from a work computer.

After 8 on sat and I still have emails coming in. Off I go...

Date: 2010-05-24 06:12 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] panthergirl.livejournal.com
In a rather amazing & amusing discussion once, a fellow who was about to find himself responsible for "buying my batteries" asked what size those were, and laughingly questioned "car"? We had both apparently watched that episode on TV about the more exotic robotic devices sold for use in brothels/home/movie production. Perhaps they had all seen the same show?

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