Hate me some Atlanta
I thought I had the week from Hell stuff figured out, but this week managed to top the previous worst week ever.
It began on Sunday when my seven year old Yorkshire terrior managed to fall from the first story of my house to the first story. He was hurt pretty badly. I rushed him to the animal emergency room, but his prononses was very poor. They had to put him down. I was with him and I know he reconginzed me. He was looking at me shivering. I petted him to calm him and the pet injected the medican that stopped his heart. Being 4 pounds, it didn’t take more than a couple of seconds and he was gone.
My daughter was diagnosed with Autism on Monday, a diagnoses that I disagree with. If you strictly follow the DSM IV, she simply does not have the correct criteria. My wife and I will meet with the doctor again on Monday to discus treatment options.
To top it all off I had to go to Atlanta for business Wednesday. I hate Atlanta. I’ve always hated Atlanta. When I was in Atlanta years ago I saw a guy drop a bag of cocaine on the ground, which burst open. He attempted to pick it up with his hands but he discovered cocaine will just slip between your fingers when you attempt to pick it up.
Not much has changed about Atlanta since I’d been last. The traffic is incredibly horrific. If you miss your turn you’re going to have to sit in traffic for a long time as punishment. The drivers are southern drivers. They drive fast and are always on their mobile phone.
The people are worse. Just parking I was accosted by a guy trying to sell fake ticket to one of the parking stalls in the lot I parked in. I told him, “I need the date stamp for the AKI provisional ticket to expense it.” He seemed rightfully confused by the non-sense that came out of my mouth, which gave me time to create some distance between myself and Mr. Scam artist.
The client I was working with was annoying. The job was for a non-profit organization, which made me happy because I think it’s a good cause. However, that did not mean I wanted to listen to two days of the client bitching about the cost of my company’s product. I understand a bit of venting, but Jesus, at some point you need to shut your mouth.
While I was there I went to a Starbucks and got a Green Tea Frappuccino, which the wait person informed me would be discontinued. That was the only Frappuccino I enjoyed at Starbucks.
My rental car was a Toyota Prius, which intrigued me a little. I’d never driven one before. It took me about 10 minutes to figure out how to turn it on and another 15 minutes when I stopped at the wrong hotel and had to get back in my car. I just pushed a bunch of buttons until it started working again. The gas mileage was great. However the only thing more like driving golf cart than driving a Prius is driving a golf cart.
It began on Sunday when my seven year old Yorkshire terrior managed to fall from the first story of my house to the first story. He was hurt pretty badly. I rushed him to the animal emergency room, but his prononses was very poor. They had to put him down. I was with him and I know he reconginzed me. He was looking at me shivering. I petted him to calm him and the pet injected the medican that stopped his heart. Being 4 pounds, it didn’t take more than a couple of seconds and he was gone.
My daughter was diagnosed with Autism on Monday, a diagnoses that I disagree with. If you strictly follow the DSM IV, she simply does not have the correct criteria. My wife and I will meet with the doctor again on Monday to discus treatment options.
To top it all off I had to go to Atlanta for business Wednesday. I hate Atlanta. I’ve always hated Atlanta. When I was in Atlanta years ago I saw a guy drop a bag of cocaine on the ground, which burst open. He attempted to pick it up with his hands but he discovered cocaine will just slip between your fingers when you attempt to pick it up.
Not much has changed about Atlanta since I’d been last. The traffic is incredibly horrific. If you miss your turn you’re going to have to sit in traffic for a long time as punishment. The drivers are southern drivers. They drive fast and are always on their mobile phone.
The people are worse. Just parking I was accosted by a guy trying to sell fake ticket to one of the parking stalls in the lot I parked in. I told him, “I need the date stamp for the AKI provisional ticket to expense it.” He seemed rightfully confused by the non-sense that came out of my mouth, which gave me time to create some distance between myself and Mr. Scam artist.
The client I was working with was annoying. The job was for a non-profit organization, which made me happy because I think it’s a good cause. However, that did not mean I wanted to listen to two days of the client bitching about the cost of my company’s product. I understand a bit of venting, but Jesus, at some point you need to shut your mouth.
While I was there I went to a Starbucks and got a Green Tea Frappuccino, which the wait person informed me would be discontinued. That was the only Frappuccino I enjoyed at Starbucks.
My rental car was a Toyota Prius, which intrigued me a little. I’d never driven one before. It took me about 10 minutes to figure out how to turn it on and another 15 minutes when I stopped at the wrong hotel and had to get back in my car. I just pushed a bunch of buttons until it started working again. The gas mileage was great. However the only thing more like driving golf cart than driving a Prius is driving a golf cart.
posted by mc at 9:00 AM
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