Wish me luck.
So you book into the same hotel 5 days later.
So you request a room on the other side of the building. One not opposite the night club.
Turns out the night club is closed.
The hotel is hosting a event (party/ball) for all the nightclub and bar restaurant managers and workers in Waterford.
And the ball room is on your side of the building.
Just close enough to hear thumping base.
Whilst the room you had last week faces a closed and very quiet night club. Because all the nightclub workers are in your hotel partying it up, below your window.
Did I do something in a previous life I ask?
Why do they hate me so?
An the rooms on this side of the building are just close enough to the free wireless connection it, but not enough to actually use it for anything like getting an IP address or sending emails. So I have to walk to the other side of the building to use the free internet. I'm currently sitting at the top of the third floor stair well.
Flying out via Luton. Travel center says my ticket will be available to collect at the office on Tuesday. It's not. Wednesday I am at the client site in Hammersmith. Travel center says the ticket once printed is non-refundable, non-shiftable, non-changable and is now printed and sitting in office. Get mail room to courier ticket to me in Hammersmith. Boss comes out of meeting and says we are taking different flight to Cork via Heathrow and driving to Waterford. Get new tickets via Cork, Luton ticket still sits in my jacket pocket.
Spend 20 mins working in airport. Spend 20 mins working in plane. Get in car and spend 40 mins discussing presentation with boss. I'm bricking myself for this presentation tomorrow. Car is too hot and looking at a laptop is making me feel ill. Car is clients car and throwing up would be a bad idea. Spend rest of journey thinking how stupid I am. Wonder if my friends know. Smart guys could handle this. Smart guys could do decent presentations. Remember I did decent presentations on Sainsbury's. Remember that was mostly my bosses work. Still freaking out.
Check in hotel. Go for dinner with Boss and Bosses Boss. Groot Bass en Klein Bass.
Unpack suitcase. Lid of vitamin c pills has come off. Suitcase dusted in fine white powser. Great. Now everything looks like it's covered in charlie.
Spend 2 hours working. Am still bricking myself. Don't look forward to tomorrow. Got to get 19 hours work done before 11am.
About to go to sleep. Assume the last 2 hours of thumping tunes pumping into my room from the "Bowery Bar and Nightclub" (directly opposite my room) is unlikely to stop. Nor will the chatter of drunk girls and the bouncer. Briefly consider going and asking them to turn it down, as I have a presentation in the morning. Look out window. The drunks girls look like that could thump me, never mind the bouncer.
- Wednesday Morning London
- Wednesday Evening Cork
- Wednesday Night Waterford
- Thursday Night Dublin
- Saturday Morning Liverpool
- Sunday Evening London