Wednesday, May 11, 2011
Still Life of the Rich and Famous
My job sent me to Washington D.C. Tuesday to meet with the client's Global Team, who were in from the UK, installing some new hardware. The Global guys are pretty much in charge of everything and come across as major stiffs on-line but I found them pretty affable in person. We had a long but very productive meeting, which impressed the hell out of me. A productive meeting? The Biggest Boss confirmed my assessment of a certain situation we have, which made me feel extremely validated, since no one in our U.S. division seems to understand what I have been telling them about their leading zeroes, calender dates and hogshead/bushel conversions, plus their commas and ~ are acting up, which is a problem.
Someone else must have been having comma trouble that day, because my hotel reservation was botched...I had to wait in the lobby while the hotel contacted our travel desk. I was so tired by this point that I didn't really mind, since they had wi-fi and free coffee and I just wanted to sit for a while anyway.
Eventually the manager came out, introduced herself and told me they had upgraded my room to the 'Ninth Level', which was 'exclusive and private'. It even had a special elevator that the mortal patrons were not even allowed to ride on.
My suite was a modern marvel.
The bathroom had two of the fanciest urinals that I have ever seen- but no sink, which I found puzzling.
For some reason they put the sink over by the bar.
For a minute, I thought about calling the desk and having someone remove the booze, but I wasn't the slightest bit tempted by it, so I let it be.
Plus if I'd been drunk, the balcony would have presented a falling hazard.
The beds had 'safety headboards' but there wasn't need for them on this trip.
It is lonely at the top, alas.