As you New Englanders already know, the heatwave on the east coast has broken. Why, oh why couldn't it have waited one more day?
Thanks to the storms shutting down every airport in New England, half a dozen of the Engineering Summit guests were stranded at JFK or Boston airports clear through the night. Sensibly, they gave up at 9PM (after propping up a bar in the airport all that time) and went home for some sleep before catching an early flight in the morning. What worries me most is that SuperDave cannot be reached and he spent at least three hours in a plane on the tarmac. Whatever happens, I think a very cranky boss will be arriving at some point during the day.
As for me, between needing to give Erin some time last night and baby-sitting the phone until the east coast crew gave in, I decided to take advantage of one of the canceled room nights at the hotel I had arranged for the out-of-towners and stay in the city for the evening. I wasn't too thrilled about it - I would preferred a night home with my hunny - but since I wasn't done in the city until 9PM and I needed to be back by 8AM, the slog home on BART wasn't very appealing. I've been doing that all week and another night of getting home and thinking 'oh great, I'm gonna be back in the office in nine hours' time' was just too dreary. This way, I got a whole eleven hours' break...
This entry was typed up on a loaner laptop in a tiny (but very nice) hotel room half a block away from my office, accompanied by the growling of my stomach. Naturally, room service would cost a bloody fortune and the fiends at housekeeping keep the minibar snacks out, rather than under lock and key. By ten PM, I was thinking that eight bucks for a can of cashews wasn't too much to ask… Fortunately, I had a stashed Cadbury's bar (glory be to the English modemites who brought me some choccy) and half a snack-can of Pringles in my bag. Nutritious it wasn't, but it saved me from bankruptcy. However, I was a bit thirsty…Two-fifty for a can of soda...sigh.
Staying in the city was very lonely, but slightly exciting - a change from the usual routine. I allowed my imagination to run wild for all of fifty seconds, which encompassed a solo dinner, mysterious strangers and action worthy of John Woo (or Danielle Steele, it was one of those days). Then the reality filter kicked in. Wearing the same clothes for two days in a row was more than enough to destroy flights of fancy.
Today, the Irregular Ramblings turns a year old. I must admit, I didn't think it would make it this far - and that's not allowing for the current popup box setbacks. I'm sometimes a tad disappointed that this journal isn't a little more introspective than it is. After all, aren't journals meant to be venues of relentless self-analysis? Maybe they are, but I can't fight my instilled hatred of excessively wankerish behavior, so I always stop short of relentlessly selfish exhibitionism.
Oh, was that critical? Whatever. Anyways, here's to you, readers unknown and otherwise. It's been a lot of fun for me, so far - let's see where we go from here…
Postscript: SuperDave has just lived up to his name. At 7:40AM, he walked into the office, looking fresh as a daisy and blithely declared that he had brought most of the missing East-Coasters with him. Nothing like an incipient coronary to wake one up in the morning, but I'm damn glad he made it.
*giggle* and SuperDave is so pissed that our CEO couldn't make it out here that he's named Mr. Prickles Chairman Pro Tem of the company. Whee! Although the fact that I'm now outranked by a small fabric hedgehog is hardly worth boasting about...