Mixing Pleasure With Business
You all have dirty minds! I just meant that I had fun on a business trip. For the most part at least...
I was in Santa Monica last week for work. We had some free time on Thursday, so I was able to walk around a bit. I was able to check out the 3rd Street Promenade which was cool. But of course silly girl that I am the only shopping I did was in Old Navy. The group of us that were there tried to grab a bite to eat to hold us over till dinner, but the block we were on had a power outage.
We had dinner at a restaurant right on the beach in Malibu called Gladstones. By the time the sun went down, I was freezing my ass off but the view was well worth it.
By the end of the trip I really wanted to kill this girl who I will call "Meme". (No - that is not a typo.) Well Meme doesn't give a flying shit about any one but herself. She walks around completely oblivious of any one around her, causing traffic jams, and she never even realizes it. The she likes to cause problems. Meme had one specific task that she needed to complete prior to the big work day. She didn't do it. And therefore the entire schedule is messed up. Everything she did annoyed me. We had a flight that we had to be on. The next available flight was Saturday morning at 7 am. I had company in town and an appointment late that night that couldn't be missed (see my previous post regarding Harry Potter). So I tell everyone that I want to leave at 4 pm, 4:30 at the very latest. So at 4:30 we head down to the car to leave. Everyone is in the car. Except Meme. So we send her little friend to get her, but he can't because the door is locked. So we try calling her. It takes her another 5 minutes to get down there. It is now 4:40 on a Friday and I have a 6:40 flight out of LAX and a rental car to return. I am PISSED. The bumper to bumper traffic doesn't help. I get the car back we get to the terminal as we are about to go through security, Meme says she needs to use the restroom (why she can't wait until we get through security is beyond me, but I tell her to just meet us at the gate. I don't care if she misses the flight. Needless to say, this project is not finished yet. I am heading back Tuesday and Wednesday which a much smaller entourage. If she thinks for a minute that I am letting her come with us she has another thing coming. Now I am done venting.
I was in Santa Monica last week for work. We had some free time on Thursday, so I was able to walk around a bit. I was able to check out the 3rd Street Promenade which was cool. But of course silly girl that I am the only shopping I did was in Old Navy. The group of us that were there tried to grab a bite to eat to hold us over till dinner, but the block we were on had a power outage.
We had dinner at a restaurant right on the beach in Malibu called Gladstones. By the time the sun went down, I was freezing my ass off but the view was well worth it.
By the end of the trip I really wanted to kill this girl who I will call "Meme". (No - that is not a typo.) Well Meme doesn't give a flying shit about any one but herself. She walks around completely oblivious of any one around her, causing traffic jams, and she never even realizes it. The she likes to cause problems. Meme had one specific task that she needed to complete prior to the big work day. She didn't do it. And therefore the entire schedule is messed up. Everything she did annoyed me. We had a flight that we had to be on. The next available flight was Saturday morning at 7 am. I had company in town and an appointment late that night that couldn't be missed (see my previous post regarding Harry Potter). So I tell everyone that I want to leave at 4 pm, 4:30 at the very latest. So at 4:30 we head down to the car to leave. Everyone is in the car. Except Meme. So we send her little friend to get her, but he can't because the door is locked. So we try calling her. It takes her another 5 minutes to get down there. It is now 4:40 on a Friday and I have a 6:40 flight out of LAX and a rental car to return. I am PISSED. The bumper to bumper traffic doesn't help. I get the car back we get to the terminal as we are about to go through security, Meme says she needs to use the restroom (why she can't wait until we get through security is beyond me, but I tell her to just meet us at the gate. I don't care if she misses the flight. Needless to say, this project is not finished yet. I am heading back Tuesday and Wednesday which a much smaller entourage. If she thinks for a minute that I am letting her come with us she has another thing coming. Now I am done venting.
posted by Shannon @ 4:28 PM
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