If I were one of those famous web dudes, whose mere words could bring entire empires to their knees, I'd try to organize a letter-writing campaign to the Fairfield Inn in Dallas to get me some better pillows. I secretly think I may be resting my head on trashbags filled with toilet paper. If you were to organize some sort of blindfolded pillow test, most people would think the ones from my room came from a Filipino brothel or a Tehran prison camp. I'm as much of a fan of Filipino brothel fantasy camps as the next guy, but it just doesn't make sense to have such a retreat that only applies to my bedding. If you're going to do it, Fairfield Inn, do it right; I would gladly pay extra for such a program.
Okay, I'm in Dallas for this training class, and it's going pretty well so far. They sure have fancy sandwiches in the cafeteria here. The name of the cafeteria is the High Tech Cafe, and I must say that's a little misleading. My meal was prepared by neither prepared by cyborgs, nor supersmart nanotechnology. In fact, to give you an idea of how misnamed the cafeteria is, the fat lady who served me my food took a look at my laptop and asked me why I brought my Atari to supper. Then she threatened to chain herself to my booth unless I let her play Frogger. There was no way for that situation to end well, but I'd like to thank the security guards for going easy on the pepper spray.
Yeah, travelling for work isn't very much fun. When I was little, my dad had to spend every other week out of town, way out in the boonies of West Texas. Luckily, I'm in a town where I know lots of people. If I were in the situation he used to be in, spending weeks at a time out in the middle of nowhere, they'd probably have to invent a new monetary figure for the amount of hotel porn I'd buy. Maybe I'd just get really into Mexican soap operas. Whatever the end result, I wouldn't spend a lot of time talking about it. I salute you, road warriors!
Posted by Cody at August 23, 2004 10:55 PM