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Find The Boots

Rantings from a few corporate types about life, technology, travel, guns, politics, and everything good in the world.

Worst Jet Lag Ever

Monday, October 09, 2006

So I arrive in Nowhereistan and check into the hotel - around 10am or so. No sleep on the overnight flight over, too many drinks in the Upper Lounge (ahem), and I'm a bit cranky.

Then they tell me that I can't check in until 3pm. At a 190/Euro per night room rate. Then they say that for an additional 75 quackers I can get in now. So I decide to pony up and then, right before the run the card, they find out they have no clean rooms.

I finally get into my room, but it is too late for a nap, so I take several shots of Vodka and walk around the town, eat dinner, go back to the room at 10pm and crash.

Which is when I find out that a tram car runs outside my window, four floors down, going beep beep every 45 minutes.

More posting tomorrow after I blow up the trolley! :-)O

1 Comments:

At 8:25 PM, Anonymous said…

You want some cheese with that wine?

Find The Boots

An executive goes on a business trip. When he arrives, it's raining cats and dogs. To avoid ruining his shoes, he purchases a pair of galoshes for $15, which he expenses under "Misc." on his expense report. A week later, the accounting department rejects his expense report, with a post-it note that says that the company does not reimburse for items of clothing. The next trip, the executive turns in an expense report without the galoshes, but with a post-it note that says "FIND THE BOOTS!".

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