The View From North Andover, MA
Greetings from room 512 of the Hampton Inn in North Andover, MA. First the photos, then the complaining:
What a nice view!
What a nice room!
And now, let’s commence with the bitching. Oh. My. God. My trip out here was not fun At All. I left for the airport in L.A. at about 9:30 a.m and finally got to my room here at 2:30 a.m. the next day. Fun, it was not.
On second thought… Eh, who cares about the bitching. Here’s the short version: I had to wait several hours for a connecting flight at Dulles. Poor widdle me.
Anyway, I’m here now, and on tap for tonight is dinner with my former coworker Gavin. He lives about in Salem, about 20 minutes from my hotel. Small world, eh? I haven’t seen him since we both got laid off from the Evil Empire, and he’s now working for the San Francisco company I interviewed with a year ago that didn’t hire me because (I think) I held out for another $5k/year.
Maybe, if I’m lucky, he’ll take my picture at the Samantha “Bewitched” statue!
So let me get this straight…I’m just a former coworker, and you’re making fun of my entry where I say I’ll try to get a pic of you near the Samantha “Bewitched” statue?!
BITCH!
P.S. Hurry the f*@k up and get here, I’m hungry…and don’t stop at any casinos on the way down here!
OK, so you’re a better poker player than I am and you get to travel alot, I get it. But you’re neglecting the podcast… a month? This is worse drama than BJ watch….