Not the biggest deal, just wanted to vent.
My job sent me to California this past weekend for a special assignment. I flew in early Friday, making it to Los Angeles at around 11:30 am pacific time. The plan was to do a little prep work with a coworker, with all the big work happening Saturday, and catch a red -eye back to Newark Saturday night, to arrive Sunday morning.
So after the prep work Friday afternoon, my coworker & I were deciding what to do on Friday night. I basically said don't ask me, because I'm a big nerd and we have a rental car and we're about 50 miles away from Disneyland, and I know it's open until midnight. Turns out, she thought it was a great idea, so we headed out to the Happiest Place on Earth.
An hour and a half later, having moved 7 miles on (I think) the 5 (could've walked 7 miles in that time), we gave up and headed back to our neck of the woods where the hotel was, had dinner, called it an early night. Probably all for the best, as I needed to be focused for work, but man, I really would've liked to go to DL, if only for a night. But at the rate traffic was going, we would've gotten there around 10 or later at night.
Ironically, we were staying at the Beverly Hilton, which was owned by Merv Griffin, and the side street is called Merv Griffin Way. I didn't know why the street was called that, OR that he just died shortly after we left, until after I got home.
Anyway, I already told work, next time I have to go to LA (If there IS a next time), I'm going to try to go a day earlier, or stay a day later, pay for an extra night's lodging or whatever, if I can go. Now...comes the waiting game...
My job sent me to California this past weekend for a special assignment. I flew in early Friday, making it to Los Angeles at around 11:30 am pacific time. The plan was to do a little prep work with a coworker, with all the big work happening Saturday, and catch a red -eye back to Newark Saturday night, to arrive Sunday morning.
So after the prep work Friday afternoon, my coworker & I were deciding what to do on Friday night. I basically said don't ask me, because I'm a big nerd and we have a rental car and we're about 50 miles away from Disneyland, and I know it's open until midnight. Turns out, she thought it was a great idea, so we headed out to the Happiest Place on Earth.
An hour and a half later, having moved 7 miles on (I think) the 5 (could've walked 7 miles in that time), we gave up and headed back to our neck of the woods where the hotel was, had dinner, called it an early night. Probably all for the best, as I needed to be focused for work, but man, I really would've liked to go to DL, if only for a night. But at the rate traffic was going, we would've gotten there around 10 or later at night.
Ironically, we were staying at the Beverly Hilton, which was owned by Merv Griffin, and the side street is called Merv Griffin Way. I didn't know why the street was called that, OR that he just died shortly after we left, until after I got home.
Anyway, I already told work, next time I have to go to LA (If there IS a next time), I'm going to try to go a day earlier, or stay a day later, pay for an extra night's lodging or whatever, if I can go. Now...comes the waiting game...
