Keep it down! If word gets out, EVERYONE will want a vibrating cubicle!
Sometime my co-workers say thanks by giving me a bottle of vodka. I encourage this practice, though I wonder if they’re trying to tell me something.
As I was wrapping up an early morning test of the video conference gear with our team in Bangalore I noticed the downtown Houston skyline emerging from the post dawn mist.
Either image is well worth clicking to see the full size version. Even more worthwhile is this:
I must say, I enjoyed my (work) trip to San Antonio much more than I had anticipated. The River Walk didn’t smell like I remember from my last visit many years ago, so that was a plus. Must have had something to to with the spectacular weather last week.
And even though it was a work related event and there was plenty to do, I did manage to get out and shoot some interesting pictures and make some surprising discoveries.
We wrapped up the event at a ranch on the outskirts of San Antonio for the awards banquet. That’s where I encountered this odd fellow…
That’s one tame bull, I tell you what. I kinda felt sorry for the poor thing. But I suppose being a trained bull is one way to steer clear of the slaughter house. *rimshot*
And much like last year, I spent some time with The Irish Contingent which netted me a few more pictures of the gang from Galway who are more fun than a bar full of Irishmen. Speaking of which, here are pictures of a bar full of those same Irishmen plus one Irish woman (and Patrick, who’s Dutch but lives in Ireland).
One good thing about these high end hotels where we hold our sales conference is the the hotel’s commitment to providing an abundance of coffee in the morning.
Speaking of coffee, I had the oddest dream the other night. In my dream there was an online service where you could upload your unused coffee to a web site to make it available to others to download free of charge.
It was for those times when you brew a pot of coffee, but don’t finish it. It wasn’t for uploading a half drunk cup of used coffee though I could see that as a potential abuse of the service.
Cynthia tells me it strikes her as a very “Jay-like” dream. I have to agree.
Sometimes you only need look out your window to realize that maybe your job isn’t so bad after all…