One guess so far (well, two, but both from the same person) that is incorrect. Note that I said "two names" not "two words in the name."
I did something today I never have done before: I told off an Associate Partner. To his face. In front of a lot of people. And I was right.
This client we've been working with has been excruciating to get anything from, particularly as they are booking our flights for us, instead of us booking and seeking reimbursement. Today, the day before I'm to leave, I spent the whole day arguing with a whole host of people about how I didn't have the flights I requested over three weeks ago. Their arguments were largely "they're too expensive" and "these have all sold out" to which I could only respond "well, if you'd done what I requested three weeks ago, they'd have been cheaper and available, now wouldn't they?" The AP got the poo-end of the stick because rather than being my advocate, he was going along with the client's insipid rationale. Surprisingly enough, I think the outburst is what actually changed his mind, though I don't ever expect that tactic to work again.
One way or another I'm leaving this place late tomorrow night on a nine hour flight -- whether in a very very cramped economy seat or in a larger business class seat with better food, to which I am policy-bound to be entitled -- and will spend some time in London with Jenny this weekend (who I haven't seen in three weeks!!! AAAUGH!) before finally heading home.
Oh, and if you haven't already put in a request for a souvenir or present, do so now for anything that might be English in origin.
I've been away for a while - actually, still am away, in a city with two names. (Not New York. Two actual names, both of which are more or less functional, depending on whom you're talking to. And not London, despite the most recent post.) More will come tomorrow, my last full day on this far-flung project, since I have almost nothing left to do.
A freebie first: After reading blog after linked blog, drilling deeper and deeper into Asteroid Crackpot, I learned something. There are a lot of people out there who are damned lucky to have found someone with whom to spend their lives. I've come across more than one photo of the "humble author" that caused an involuntary physical reaction, much like finding a rat stuck in a glue trap under the sink when looking for a hair dryer. People for whom the mechanics of copulation require a certain suspension of disbelief, much like bumblebees that fly when they're aerodynamically not supposed to.
I am aware of the irony of a blogger criticizing other bloggers, but given the complete and utter lack of content recently, I can barely be called a blogger, can I?