Wisconsin Dells, WI, 1/4/06
Those whom the gods would destroy, they first send to Wisconsin.
Appropriately enough, my day started with the hotel failing to give me a wake-up call. Normally, I'm not likely to bother with one, and this is just a reminder why; if you have to get up in the morning, set the alarm clock. I made it to the customer site on time, mind you, but I had to move quickly (and skip breakfast).
That said, despite some delays at the FCI, everything still went smoothly. I expect I'll be doing the traditional after-the-fact, over-the-phone supplemental training, but that is so common as to be notable only by its absence.
Wisconsin Dells is a highly weird place; kind of an intermediate step between Pigeon Forge and Reno. These people do love their waterparks; inside, outside, with hotels, with casinos, cinema, you name it.
But in the winter, it's a ghost town. Not exactly a brisk tourist trade this time of year. And with the lights, and the neon, and the theme parks all empty, there's a faintly unsavory feel to the area, like a happy clown with rotten teeth.
But that's as may be; in the morning, I drive back to Milwaukee in the hopes that my travels will go more smoothly than they did yesterday. I feel exhausted and look worse, so I'm going to bed. Well, in a bit. After I surf the Intarwub. And read a few chapters (currently working through The Compleat Dying Earth, by Jack Vance). And complete my UltraCorps actions for this round.
OK, fine, I'll go to bed.
Appropriately enough, my day started with the hotel failing to give me a wake-up call. Normally, I'm not likely to bother with one, and this is just a reminder why; if you have to get up in the morning, set the alarm clock. I made it to the customer site on time, mind you, but I had to move quickly (and skip breakfast).
That said, despite some delays at the FCI, everything still went smoothly. I expect I'll be doing the traditional after-the-fact, over-the-phone supplemental training, but that is so common as to be notable only by its absence.
Wisconsin Dells is a highly weird place; kind of an intermediate step between Pigeon Forge and Reno. These people do love their waterparks; inside, outside, with hotels, with casinos, cinema, you name it.
But in the winter, it's a ghost town. Not exactly a brisk tourist trade this time of year. And with the lights, and the neon, and the theme parks all empty, there's a faintly unsavory feel to the area, like a happy clown with rotten teeth.
But that's as may be; in the morning, I drive back to Milwaukee in the hopes that my travels will go more smoothly than they did yesterday. I feel exhausted and look worse, so I'm going to bed. Well, in a bit. After I surf the Intarwub. And read a few chapters (currently working through The Compleat Dying Earth, by Jack Vance). And complete my UltraCorps actions for this round.
OK, fine, I'll go to bed.
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Hope you made back home with less hassle.
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