The long open road.

Climb aboard....many miles to travel today.

So let's recap the day:

3:15am Get up and ready to go to the airport.

6:30am Get on the plane for Phoenix, AZ.

11:00am Starbucks....coffee gooooddd...

4:00pm Arrive in Las Vegas for training, drive around for one hour.

5:00pm Arrive at the customer how forgot to tell anyone that I was coming to do the training so I only had 2 people there. Please insert appropriate words here- %^^&%%$$#@$^^&*

9:00pm Go find hotel, food.

So, how was your day?

Comments

Anonymous said…

I love the high desert, something about the first grade in Arizona.

I hope you are not getting paid by the head for the classes. What a pain to be all dressed up and ready to go and have no one to party with. Have fun in Vegas, I get to spend an hour and twenty minutes there in June.

DG

8:57 PM

WickedHamster said…

You forgot:

6:15: Tragic industrial accident befalls customer

6:30: Vegas ales good!

8:11 AM

Kelsgarden said…

hey, I just realized that you are in Seattle on 3/27

you so messed up dude

9:34 PM

Anonymous said…

No No, He will be home on 3/27. I'll make sure of that, even if I have to drag him home.

'Chucky, digging the driving furry woodland creature headshot.

RS

11:31 PM

Me said…

I'm thinking I'd do training for 2 people as long as they paid me! LOL.

Talk about easy and low-key!

5:21 PM

Wild cow and Druish Deities

I have been blessed with being able to drive some of the most unbelievable roads ever paved. Last week I found myself on HWY 108 in Central California. 130 Miles 26% grade 9624 at the summit 4 hours to drive this route This photo is looking west just down from the summit. I could live here with the wild cows. A lone wild cow at the 9000 foot level just making sure that nobody is speeding along.

Today was a good day..

I'm flying home today from Phoenix, AZ. First good thing: I was moved from my favorite seat in coach to a window seat in first class. Second thing: The guy sitting next to me did not want to talk and left me alone on the flight. Third thing: The flight was smooth and on time. Fourth thing: I'm walking out of the gate area at the airport when a TSA guy calls me over and ask me if I wanted an item, because if not he was going to throw it away. And you know it would be darn shame to throw out a nice bottle of...... Yes, that is correct, a nice 750ml bottle of Sauza Tres Generaciones 100% Puro De Agave Tequila. I'm now very...very ........tanked. Thank you TSA. I'm a 40% by volume Woodchuck.

It seemed like a good ideal at the time...

The question has been asked and needs to be answered: So, you all know the type in high school, the "Jock". The Jocks ran my school like so many school around the country. And, of course, football players topped that heirarchy of the teen stratusphere. And this might come as a huge surprise to most, but I played Football. I had social responsibilities to up hold and order to maintain on campus. You might say we were the police, the law and order of the school. We patrolled the halls with an iron fist. The stoners stayed well behaved. The nerds were well protected in exchange for homework. Life was good. Then one sunny spring day a nice little "Miss Gloria Steinem wanna be," who wrote for the school paper, decides to write a story questioning the authority of the Football team. In this situation, most people would of course write a rebuttal. And this is exactly what we would have done, had any of us on the Football team been able to write. No luck on this one. Howeve...

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