My day hasn't been much better...

I've been handling the move to production for a client on my own and my boss asked me last Friday if I enjoyed doing it. Thinking this was an opportunity for me to express how much I enjoy the management side of things I told him that it's been going great and we had one issue but were in the process of resolving it.

To my surprise he starts micromanaging me this week. This morning he asked me why I didn't copy him on an e-mail to the client... :mad:

It takes him three weeks to read his e-mail anyway, plus, he isn't on this project, he just has to have his hands in everything, yet goes to meetings/testings/etc. for weeks at a time. He might be the worst boss I've ever had.

Thank you for reaffirming why I never tried out to be on Carmen San Diego.

The funny thing about that revelation is that my friend, who is there, had no idea she was still in the Northern Hemisphere. ... and she wants to be my latex salesman.

The whole Coriolis thing came about when I lived in Australia, and I made it a personal mission to find a toilet that spun backwards. I obviously failed, as they all flush straight down. (I did however find a bar with a one way mirror in the men's room that functioned as the backdrop for a big pissing trough. So, as you'd be taking a leak you'd be looking out at the dance floor and no one out there could see you. It was very, very, very odd. But very cool after a couple Bundy and Cokes.)

I've never been to the Crown Room in DCA, but I do love the P-club there.

I worked for a narcoleptic for a couple years. Was more amusing than anything else, although it did have its very awkward moments.

Crown Room is nice - good views of the runways and interior of the terminal, Signature Cocktails (during certain hours), and a putting green. It is definitely one of the best Crown Rooms in the system.

Jeff Foxworthy said it best, "Where I come from talking during sex means saying "ain't no cars coming, relax.""

Agreed. It is also rarely crowded in my experience since a lot of the DL traffic is on the Shuttle, meaning that the folks don't spend a lot of time in the CRC. But it is definitely a since one with decent views. I like the PC slightly more, though it is smaller, because of the fact that it is the historic dining room.

Wow, I left the Box for an hour and all this. I was too busy keeping up the running conversation earlier to announce what might possibly be the weirdest thing yet to happen in my life: I'm going to be a character in a kids' book. This is more proof that being a concierge might well be the coolest job in the world.

A woman came up to my desk asking questions about AC, and I dutifully went thru all of them, giving good answers. She later says that she's asking because she is a freelancer who is doing the continuation of the Hardy Boys. :eek:

Long story short, the publisher wants the Hardys (who now work for some sort of mystery-assigning consortium that kinda positions them as mercenaries, never mind that they have not aged and are still 18) to have an adventure set in Atlantic City. Apparently because of my stellar help, Joe and Frank Hardy will now have an interaction with a concierge that is somehow integral to the plot.

This is an insanely strange story. Congrats on this, too, I think.

Thanks, that's what I said. When I told my mother and girl that this had happened, I was greeted with dead silence. My mother called my desk at just the right time, and the author came back to ask a question...author overhears that I'm talking about the book, and offers to back up the story to my mother on the phone. What the hell, it can't get any more weird. Sure, talk to my mother.

Oh, yeah - the kicker. The concierge in the book will be named after me.

ETA: I forgot this too...I told the author that she should work in a James Bond reference just for fun. (She was at my desk for close to an hour.) Because the Hardys are perpetually 18, she told me she's going to have them order milkshakes that are shaken and not stirred.

Disclaimer: I'm sober. I did not make any of this up.

You were not kidding about weirdest corner of the web :p
one day reading this thread has gone from job announcments to strange hazzing banter (of which the Simpsons offers a great guid to) to members getting to be in kids books

wonder what tomorrow will bring...heck...what 5pm will bring

That is an odd story.

This day is meh. Got the car out of the shop (a rock hit the AC condenser? I'm incredulous) but come home to find some animal at my wife's flowers. The flowers were in planters, but the planters weren't on the deck because we've been waiting a week for a non-rainy day to sand and stain the deck. So it goes.

The presence of the animal is entirely and without explanation your fault. I've heard marriage works that way.

Except for Terminal A-West. I can't be completely negative about my home airport.

I did not micturate upon your wife's flowers. I haven't been to New Jersey in months. Any further discussion of this nonsense, and I'll have ferret-toting Germans sent to your home post-haste. :D :p