All in a days work.
February 13, 2008
Today’s schedule:
7:30 Meet boss for breakfast
8:00-11:00 Hard core work
11:30 Lunch
12:30-2:30 Shopping with boss: I helped him pick out 2 shirts, sunglasses, and a pair of shoes
2:45 Movie: we went to see 27 Dresses. I am pretty happy my boss is comfortable with himself because I am pretty sure I would have never gotten anyone else to see it with me
5:00 Airport
I have the best job ever
I still hate New Jersey
February 13, 2008
I know I am never supposed use the word hate (my uncle taught me this when I was about 10…”Abbie, you don’t hate anything, you strongly dislike it”) but when it comes to New Jersey, I don’ think I could hate it more.
I called Ben last night and informed him that under no circumstances will I ever live here. He might as well completely ignore the entire state when it comes to residencies because I WILL NOT move here. He agreed.
I’ve spent the last three days here with my boss and it has been pretty terrible. Everything with work went well, but this state is just gross.
They NEVER allow left turns and have center medians that run for about 3 miles…I am not kidding. You generally have to go about 2 miles out of the way to turn left (and to do so you have to do an elaborate U-turn). We had about 15 different destinations in the three days we were here and we got lost going to pretty much all of them. This was with Google Maps, GPS, and calling for directions.
There are no chain restaurants. As a traveler, I often depend on restaurant chains for my meals. This is mainly because I am not generally keen on adventuring into places called “Jimmy’s Beef” where they have grease caked on every surface and pictures of food instead of a menu. Give me Panera, Chili’s, PF Changs, Chipotle, Maggiano’s, or any other restaurant I recognize. As a disclaimer here…I generally NEVER eat at chains at home… I am all about adventuring with food but not by myself in sketchy places.
Everything is dirty.
People don’t smile here. If they do, it is typically a creepy guy trying to hit on me.
So, I am sitting at the airport (shocker, huh?) with a three hour delay (another shocker) counting the minutes until I get out of this nasty place. I have plenty to entertain myself with. Currently, I am trying to figure out why a husband and wife couple are sitting about 15ft apart and yelling over all the airport noise to converse while there are about 5 open seat on each side of both of them. 10 minutes ago she was sitting on his lap. Interesting.