Wednesday, January 04, 2006

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.

1 Comments:

Blogger Barbara said...

Hope you made back home with less hassle.

9:11 PM  

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