Saturday, May 7, 2005

Woe is me.  I had to drive down to Miami a few days ago for business, and I'm still recovering.  When the fuck did I get to be so delicate?  First, I was supposed to be there at 9 am.  FFS, that's early considering it's rush hour and I live so far away.  I sat in traffic for almost two hours!  TWO FKN HOURS!  How do some people do that every day?  Six lanes and all going about 10 mph at best, with the carpool lane maybe getting up to 15 mph.   Fkn sheeple.  I would quit my job and work at the local grocery store rather than do that every day.
 
So I get down to my customer there, after calling them to say I'd be late.  Nice first impression.  Anyway, they start making fun of Miami, too, calling it Little Cuba.  I'm not a gambling person, but I'd bet pretty heavily that at least one of them was Latin.  I guess he's from a different South American nation and resents the Cubans taking over.  At least he speaks the fkn language.

There isn't really anything funny or interesting for the rest of the day except lunch, so I'll spare you the boredom.  The short story of lunch is that there wasn't anything decent close by, so an out of town colleague and I went exploring.  Did I mention I hate driving in Miami?  We finally found a decent restaurant, and there was nowhere to park.  #%#%@!!!  So we kept driving and ended up here, where we had a very nice lunch in a ridiculously LOUD restaurant and then got caught in a downpour running back to the covered parking.  /rolls eyes

Two hours later, we made it back to the customer, and finished up around 6 PM.  One of the men there gave me so-called better directions to get home faster.  Sigh.  A woman walking in high-heels passed me while I was driving.  I wish I were kidding.
 
Anyway, I ended up with a killer migraine.  What a surprise.  And I didn't want to medicate while driving.  Excedrin didn't cut it that day, so I took Imitrex and went to bed.