Something exciting is happening at work. It is quite possible that I'm going on my first business trip.
Okay, it's not my VERY first business trip. My first business trip was back in my co-op days, when I was entrusted to drive a rented minivan carrying a rather important and expensive piece of gadgetry that needed to be tested IMMEDIATELY and since our testing equipment bit the big one, the only other place we could test it was in Ottawa. Oh yeah, and I had to drive the technician too. And I had about two hours' notice before I had to run home, pack an overnight bag, and head out into rush-hour traffic.
This time, however, I have about two weeks to prep for it, I'm probably going to fly there (it's in the States), and all I really have to do is watch and learn how the equipment works. It's really cool too...possibly the coolest thing we're going to have at our facility. And yet, that's NOT the part that truly excites me. What is making me stupidly giddy is that the company that manufactures this equipment is located in Aurora, Illinois.
Ex-squeeze me? Baking powder?
That's right my friends, I'm going to Wayne's World!
Party on!
(Stay tuned...)
"Is this the real life? Is this just fantasy?"
Wednesday, June 27, 2007
Monday, June 25, 2007
Thoughts on a Summer's Eve
Which would you prefer? Death by shrimp, or death by a flaming log to the head? Death by flaming log to the head would definitely be memorable. People would probably talk about it for ages. But chances are, it'll be unexpected. On the other hand, you could probably enjoy yourself for a while before dying by excessive shrimp consumption. Who doesn't like stuffing themselves with tasty crustaceans?
If you think about all the planes that take off at every airport in the world at any given moment, it'd be safe to assume that there are a lot of planes up there. So why is it that you hardly ever see another plane when you're flying in one? I'm not even talking about near misses (because you KNOW there has to be a few here and there). They don't even pass each other from a distance. Doesn't the captain always say that we're cruising at 35,000 feet? Where's "da plane, boss! Da plane!"?
"Myself and I, we've got some straightenin' out to do"
If you think about all the planes that take off at every airport in the world at any given moment, it'd be safe to assume that there are a lot of planes up there. So why is it that you hardly ever see another plane when you're flying in one? I'm not even talking about near misses (because you KNOW there has to be a few here and there). They don't even pass each other from a distance. Doesn't the captain always say that we're cruising at 35,000 feet? Where's "da plane, boss! Da plane!"?
"Myself and I, we've got some straightenin' out to do"