I spent an enjoyable day with my customer, learning a lot about oil exploration, sedimentation drift, and modern Norwegian history. The capstone was a home-cooked meal and occasional juvenile snickering while we all agreed that modeling TFD is an important, though funny problem.
Day two of jet lag is the worst. I think my body clock is set on Mumbai time. I woke up at 4:30 a.m, pissing away most of the early morning playing computer games. At 10, I kicked myself out of the hotel room to spend four hours hiking around town, disguised as a camera-toting
The white noise and vibration during the takeoff phase of an aircraft always puts me to sleep. It was my hope that I’d stay that way for a significant portion of the flight to Amsterdam. Unfortunately, The Machine That Goes Ping does so at 10,000 feet, when it’s arbitrarily okay to operate portable electronic devices.
For the benefit of my coworkers who think I’m on an excellent boondoggle, a quick comparison between business and vacation destinations: Category Seattle Trondheim San Diego Weather 47°F Fog 12°F Sunny 59°F Partly cloudy Forecast Upper 40s, rain Lower 10s, 50% chance of snow Saturday 62°F, Partly cloudy Length of day (8 Feb 2007) 9h
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A few months ago, my FSA administrator company went bankrupt. My company covered my potential exposure — about $380 — so after reading some of the headlines, I forgot about it. Today, I received a copy of the blog posting used as a vehicle for communicating to the broad group of people affected by this.
(The original news story. And another.)
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I had my first four-continent conference call this week. The morning started like this: 4:03 (GMT-8): After a few hours’ sleep, I wake up, worried about missing the call. The giant red numbers on the alarm clock scream at me “You have two hours. Go back to sleep.” I obeyed… 4:14: For a few minutes…
Sometime tomorrow, you may hear something that sounds like a tennis ball can being opened very, very slowly. It won’t be a new trio of tennis balls, but rather a can of whoop-ass. And I will be opening it before I chew out a travel agent. Susan Dennis style. As part of meeting our corporate