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Wednesday, May 31, 2006
Tuesday, May 30, 2006
Taking a short break
I haven't posted in a while. I guess I havn't had much to say.
I got a new job with my current company. It takes effect in August. My new manager seems to be a great guy. I'm looking forward to a new challenge after 6 years.
I'm visiting lots of customers. I think I get a break from that next week. Or I'll get a last minutes assignment and be off to who-knows-where.
Every time I think I get poker figured out, I lose lots of money (lots is anything over $10).
I can't wait for the WPBT event in Vegas this July. But I'll write more before then.
Chao
I got a new job with my current company. It takes effect in August. My new manager seems to be a great guy. I'm looking forward to a new challenge after 6 years.
I'm visiting lots of customers. I think I get a break from that next week. Or I'll get a last minutes assignment and be off to who-knows-where.
Every time I think I get poker figured out, I lose lots of money (lots is anything over $10).
I can't wait for the WPBT event in Vegas this July. But I'll write more before then.
Chao
Sunday, May 14, 2006
Odds and Ends
I've made the leap into the WPBT (World Poker Blogger Tour). I'm headed to the summer event in Las Vegas this July. The event will be held in Ceasar's new poker room July 8, 2006 with festivities starting at 10 am. That is just horendously early for poker players. Hopefully that will work to my advantage. That event gets me a scheduled trip to Vegas in June, July, and August. Whooho. I'm looking most forward to meeting many of the bloggers that I've been reading and seeing my friends from www.lasvegasvegas.com again.
Hooters is running a special this month. 20 wings are half price. Mrs. K insists (no joke) that we go for wings at Hooters weekly. Tonight is Saturday and I'm headed back home, so it's looking like a Hooters night. with a wife like this, how could I ever even consider putting any other woman close to her place in my life. I am, as my father-in-law stated, the luckiest guy in the world.
My luck, however, does not extend to casino poker. I am up lifetime in home games and on-line, but am down in casino poker, way down. I added another $100 to my deficit last night. I was in Florida playing at the Seminole Hard Rock. I played some $1-2 limit and $2-2 limit. both games were full of donkey fish and I could not get a card. I played for 5 hours. In that time I won a total of 2 hands. One of those hands was a 5-3s played in the big blind that turned into a straight. The other was KK that pushed everyone out post-flop. That was it. The rest of the night was a slow downward spiral.
If that were all that happened, then it wouldn't be a big deal. But when the dealer on $1-2 allowed the action to go 4 players past me and deal the next card before I made my play. I was yelling to stop repeatedly and then she blamed the players for her screw-up. I immediately left that table. That also gave me relief from the over-friendly drunk on my right. He was yelling everything he said. Awful.
The $2-2 table was better as far as the players and generally the dealers, though none of them were happy to be there. I was going to order my typical kaluah and coffee from the waitress when she told me the kaluah would be $7.95! Holy guacamole, Batman!!! That's enough for an entire bottle. I pass on the kaluah. The waitress forgets the coffee so I end up dry for about 45 minutes. Then on my way out, it took $7 and about 30 minutes to get my valeted car. I miss the efficient free valet parking at the Vegas casinos.
Lastly, a few health updates. My G-mom is doing well in assisted living. She is healthier now that she is getting 3 good meals and her medicine daily. She and my mom took a trip to Virginia last week. The poor woman doesn't remember loosing her brothers and sisters. She wanted to see them. The good news is that she was able to do the trip with no physical problems.
My Uncle D was to have his operation on his esophagus. Unfortunately, his condition was worse than expected and they were not able to fix anything. He's got maybe 2 years. Mr. C, the previously mentioned father-in-law, had a scare when another spot was found. It was removed by the doctor, but there was not enough to do a proper biopsy.
That's it for now. Please try to behave.
Hooters is running a special this month. 20 wings are half price. Mrs. K insists (no joke) that we go for wings at Hooters weekly. Tonight is Saturday and I'm headed back home, so it's looking like a Hooters night. with a wife like this, how could I ever even consider putting any other woman close to her place in my life. I am, as my father-in-law stated, the luckiest guy in the world.
My luck, however, does not extend to casino poker. I am up lifetime in home games and on-line, but am down in casino poker, way down. I added another $100 to my deficit last night. I was in Florida playing at the Seminole Hard Rock. I played some $1-2 limit and $2-2 limit. both games were full of donkey fish and I could not get a card. I played for 5 hours. In that time I won a total of 2 hands. One of those hands was a 5-3s played in the big blind that turned into a straight. The other was KK that pushed everyone out post-flop. That was it. The rest of the night was a slow downward spiral.
If that were all that happened, then it wouldn't be a big deal. But when the dealer on $1-2 allowed the action to go 4 players past me and deal the next card before I made my play. I was yelling to stop repeatedly and then she blamed the players for her screw-up. I immediately left that table. That also gave me relief from the over-friendly drunk on my right. He was yelling everything he said. Awful.
The $2-2 table was better as far as the players and generally the dealers, though none of them were happy to be there. I was going to order my typical kaluah and coffee from the waitress when she told me the kaluah would be $7.95! Holy guacamole, Batman!!! That's enough for an entire bottle. I pass on the kaluah. The waitress forgets the coffee so I end up dry for about 45 minutes. Then on my way out, it took $7 and about 30 minutes to get my valeted car. I miss the efficient free valet parking at the Vegas casinos.
Lastly, a few health updates. My G-mom is doing well in assisted living. She is healthier now that she is getting 3 good meals and her medicine daily. She and my mom took a trip to Virginia last week. The poor woman doesn't remember loosing her brothers and sisters. She wanted to see them. The good news is that she was able to do the trip with no physical problems.
My Uncle D was to have his operation on his esophagus. Unfortunately, his condition was worse than expected and they were not able to fix anything. He's got maybe 2 years. Mr. C, the previously mentioned father-in-law, had a scare when another spot was found. It was removed by the doctor, but there was not enough to do a proper biopsy.
That's it for now. Please try to behave.
Monday, May 01, 2006
Some days you wake up and feel like Superman (part 3 of 3)
(continued from yesterday - read Sunday's post first)
“The office WAS in Edison, but they moved.” I am so dead.
“Where did they move to?”
“Iselin.”, he says.
“Where the $%#@ is Iselin?”
It turns out that he doesn’t know either, but Streets and Trips (again) tells me that it is just 2 exits up from Edison, so I hit the road again.
Now the time is about 7:40 when Al calls me back with direction to the office. I drive right to it. Luckily it is just off the Turnpike (or was it the Parkway?). I get into the building and just in case, I ask the guard what floor has our office. She confirms the floor just as the lady beside me says “Just follow me. That’s where I’m headed.” She happened to be a fellow employee on her way into work.
I explain my problem on the way up in the elevator. She let’s me in and takes my right to an open cube with the long sought network cable. The fix takes all of 2 minutes and after a brief thank you, I am back on the road headed for the customer site. If only I could fix all my customer issues so fast.
Now it is 8:00 and my destination is about 1:15 away. Given what I have accomplished, 15 minutes late is not a problem. I let Al know and he promises to inform the customer.
So by 9:15, I feel like I’ve already worked a whole day. Even so, I’m ready to get in and get to work. I find Al in the lobby waiting for his contact to come down and escort him in. I would have been standing there with him had I been on time, so I was not delayed at all. The escort arrives about 5 minutes later. I tell them I have one more stop to make before starting. In all of the excitement I haven’t gone to the john since about 5:26 this morning.
So you probably figured that that was the end of the adventure, but no. This day had one more curve to throw at me. As I’m standing in the men’s room conducting my overdue business, the fire alarm for the building blares out. A voice on the intercom tells me that I should “discontinue all activities” and exit the building. Well I’m just as sorry as I can be, but this is one activity that I’m completing. It only takes about another minute.
So Al and I spend the next 15 minutes or so in the parking lot planning the work day and shooting the breeze. It was a beautiful New Jersey day so I was good with that.
I’m finishing up this story while I’m on the jet, on my way to my next assignment. That trip was successful thanks to the repair of the laptop and my wild adventure. You can bet that I’ll be more careful about my logons for a long time to come. I think I’ll try to make this week’s trip as boring as possible. I wish for you that you get to choose your own adventures. Having them chosen for you will take years off your life.
“The office WAS in Edison, but they moved.” I am so dead.
“Where did they move to?”
“Iselin.”, he says.
“Where the $%#@ is Iselin?”
It turns out that he doesn’t know either, but Streets and Trips (again) tells me that it is just 2 exits up from Edison, so I hit the road again.
Now the time is about 7:40 when Al calls me back with direction to the office. I drive right to it. Luckily it is just off the Turnpike (or was it the Parkway?). I get into the building and just in case, I ask the guard what floor has our office. She confirms the floor just as the lady beside me says “Just follow me. That’s where I’m headed.” She happened to be a fellow employee on her way into work.
I explain my problem on the way up in the elevator. She let’s me in and takes my right to an open cube with the long sought network cable. The fix takes all of 2 minutes and after a brief thank you, I am back on the road headed for the customer site. If only I could fix all my customer issues so fast.
Now it is 8:00 and my destination is about 1:15 away. Given what I have accomplished, 15 minutes late is not a problem. I let Al know and he promises to inform the customer.
So by 9:15, I feel like I’ve already worked a whole day. Even so, I’m ready to get in and get to work. I find Al in the lobby waiting for his contact to come down and escort him in. I would have been standing there with him had I been on time, so I was not delayed at all. The escort arrives about 5 minutes later. I tell them I have one more stop to make before starting. In all of the excitement I haven’t gone to the john since about 5:26 this morning.
So you probably figured that that was the end of the adventure, but no. This day had one more curve to throw at me. As I’m standing in the men’s room conducting my overdue business, the fire alarm for the building blares out. A voice on the intercom tells me that I should “discontinue all activities” and exit the building. Well I’m just as sorry as I can be, but this is one activity that I’m completing. It only takes about another minute.
So Al and I spend the next 15 minutes or so in the parking lot planning the work day and shooting the breeze. It was a beautiful New Jersey day so I was good with that.
I’m finishing up this story while I’m on the jet, on my way to my next assignment. That trip was successful thanks to the repair of the laptop and my wild adventure. You can bet that I’ll be more careful about my logons for a long time to come. I think I’ll try to make this week’s trip as boring as possible. I wish for you that you get to choose your own adventures. Having them chosen for you will take years off your life.
Some days you wake up and feel like Superman (part 2)
(continued from yesterday - Read that post first)
I set my both of my alarms for 5:00 am (yea, I carry an alarm clock and the hotel always has one) and try to get some sleep. That part of the plan doesn’t go very well. First off I don’t sleep worth a damn with my mind reeling through everything that can go wrong getting to and from the office. Then I miss the alarm when 5 am does arrive. I casually roll over at about 5:20 to the first OhShit moment of the day. I haven’t even started and I’m already 20 minutes behind.
I breeze through the shower and out the door. I get the car rolling in 18 munutes. Now I’m only 8 minutes down and I am rolling. It is hard to believe how well the Buick LaSabre accelerates and corners when pushed. To say I was driving that car like I had stolen it would be an understatement.
The traffic was light and I was able to make up the 8 minutes with little problem. I found the roads I needed from memory once I got close and the building appeared just as I had hoped at 7 am; right on plan. Things are looking good now. I just need to get into the office, plug in, log on and hit the road back.
I flash my ID badge to the guards at the desk like a cop in a Duke dorm (I’m coming in whether you like it or not), but I do stop long enough to ask what floor our office is on. He looks at me quizacly and says, “Oh they moved.” OhShit. I couldn’t believe it. The office that I had visited just 2 short years ago (or was it three) had picked up and moved, according to the guard, to Edison.
“Where is Edison?, I asked. He replied, “Oh, it’s quite a ways.” Well I have no freaking idea how far quite a ways is so I whip out the laptop and fire up Streets and Trips. The good news is that Edison is on the way back, so since I have to go that way anyway, I might as well fix what I came to fix. I check and as expected, the guard has no clue where in Edison the office is located. No matter. I ‘m back in the road in less than 60 seconds heading back south, this time for Edison, NJ.
Now my mind is working on the problem of finding an office that I have never been to, where I know no one and have no number to call. I could probably find it with a computer and an internet connection, but not while I’m driving.
The best plan I could think of was to call the account manager, Al, for the customer I'm visiting. He is back in the hotel and has contacts and an internet connection. However, right now it is 7:10 in the morning. I decided to wait until I get to Edison to call, but I didn’t have to wait that long. Al calls before I get that far. He wanted to meet me in the hotel lobby for breakfast. “Well, there’s a problem with that” I explain. “I’m not in Princeton. I’m between Berkley Heights and Edison.” I don’t think he was amused. So I explained the situation and asked for his help.
It took a couple more calls and about 15 minutes. By this time, I had arrived in Edison, found a public wi-fi connection (that’s my story anyway) and started my own search. Al called with the bad news.
“The office WAS in Edison, but they moved.” I am so dead.
“Where did they move to?”
“Iselin.”, he says.
“Where the $%#@ is Iselin?”
(to be continued)
I set my both of my alarms for 5:00 am (yea, I carry an alarm clock and the hotel always has one) and try to get some sleep. That part of the plan doesn’t go very well. First off I don’t sleep worth a damn with my mind reeling through everything that can go wrong getting to and from the office. Then I miss the alarm when 5 am does arrive. I casually roll over at about 5:20 to the first OhShit moment of the day. I haven’t even started and I’m already 20 minutes behind.
I breeze through the shower and out the door. I get the car rolling in 18 munutes. Now I’m only 8 minutes down and I am rolling. It is hard to believe how well the Buick LaSabre accelerates and corners when pushed. To say I was driving that car like I had stolen it would be an understatement.
The traffic was light and I was able to make up the 8 minutes with little problem. I found the roads I needed from memory once I got close and the building appeared just as I had hoped at 7 am; right on plan. Things are looking good now. I just need to get into the office, plug in, log on and hit the road back.
I flash my ID badge to the guards at the desk like a cop in a Duke dorm (I’m coming in whether you like it or not), but I do stop long enough to ask what floor our office is on. He looks at me quizacly and says, “Oh they moved.” OhShit. I couldn’t believe it. The office that I had visited just 2 short years ago (or was it three) had picked up and moved, according to the guard, to Edison.
“Where is Edison?, I asked. He replied, “Oh, it’s quite a ways.” Well I have no freaking idea how far quite a ways is so I whip out the laptop and fire up Streets and Trips. The good news is that Edison is on the way back, so since I have to go that way anyway, I might as well fix what I came to fix. I check and as expected, the guard has no clue where in Edison the office is located. No matter. I ‘m back in the road in less than 60 seconds heading back south, this time for Edison, NJ.
Now my mind is working on the problem of finding an office that I have never been to, where I know no one and have no number to call. I could probably find it with a computer and an internet connection, but not while I’m driving.
The best plan I could think of was to call the account manager, Al, for the customer I'm visiting. He is back in the hotel and has contacts and an internet connection. However, right now it is 7:10 in the morning. I decided to wait until I get to Edison to call, but I didn’t have to wait that long. Al calls before I get that far. He wanted to meet me in the hotel lobby for breakfast. “Well, there’s a problem with that” I explain. “I’m not in Princeton. I’m between Berkley Heights and Edison.” I don’t think he was amused. So I explained the situation and asked for his help.
It took a couple more calls and about 15 minutes. By this time, I had arrived in Edison, found a public wi-fi connection (that’s my story anyway) and started my own search. Al called with the bad news.
“The office WAS in Edison, but they moved.” I am so dead.
“Where did they move to?”
“Iselin.”, he says.
“Where the $%#@ is Iselin?”
(to be continued)
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