A train ride with Bob in the morning, during which he realized that he had forgotten his laptop. After this realization, he quietly excused himself and went to the dining car for a stiff drink. He read a bit of my Oprah magazine (5th anniversary issue) and then fell asleep. I listened to the first part of Quentins by Maeve Binchy on CD - short stories within a novel about a restaurant in Dublin - and hoped that the next two days were not going to be as bad as we were anticipating.
Our train got in later than expected, and the Difficult Client, wasn't pleased. The speaker was friendly and laid-back and had curly hair (reminded me of Chris' hair). The meeting room was freezing cold, and of course, I'd decided to wear a suit with a short skirt. I tried not to yawn too much during the three-hour presentation - it's not my fault that I get sleepy when I'm cold.
We got the attendees to their dinner, and then we sat in the lobby and complained about them for an hour. We have now been dubbed The Fab Four since we seem to be doing okay with the Difficult Client. Kim reserved a table for us in the bar, and we worked our way through wine, a lobster martini, and various other dishes - I had a double order of asparagus, and why didn't they tell us that the spinach was creamed? Yuck. The steak and potatoes smelled great, but I knew I'd never get to sleep if I had anything that heavy.
I'm looking forward to my museum trip tomorrow morning, though I'm getting more and more nervous about having to plow through the throngs of people in the streets, and it is New York traffic after all. I've decided to set aside a little time for myself on these business trips to get out and see where I am. This fly-in, work-fly-out stuff is ridiculous, especially since we hardly ever get to take advantage of the comp time we're supposed to get. So why not take a little comp time while you're working?
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