ya just can't win

[joflasher]

So my work is somewhat notorious for not giving me much warning when I need to go on travel. The winner for the no-warning contest was less than 15 hours notice that I needed to be in Baltimor at 8 in the morning. Well, I've pointed out a few times that this is not an ideal business plan. I mean, what if I had plans or a life or something and couldn't go on short notice? The only reason they send me anywhere is because, um, I'm the only one with the particular skill set and they don't have anyone else. My managers seemed to have taken this to heart and gave me a full weeks notice that I was needed in DC this coming Wednesday. Now me, being me, said "cool, I can plan my week, kickass" and didn't give it another thought.

Today, one of my managers came in and talked about setting up a meeting on Wednesday. "Wait!" says I, "I'm on travel". Response, "You might not be, with the hurricane and all". Me, "There's a hurricane?" Indeed, there is a hurricane that might be making landfall in the middle of the week distubingly close to DC. So I'm on hold again. Maybe I go, maybe I don't. I hope someone is getting a kick out of this...

Comments

[starherd.livejournal.com]

There isn't just a hurricane, there's a friggin' MASSIVE hurricane the size of the one that flooded even the Mt. Union flat back in the 70's (and this is after it's actually gotten a bit smaller). And they can't figure out where it's going to land. And people are boarding up from the Jersey shore south, to the point that there's a bit of a plywood shortage, and the Outer Banks are 'bout half evacuated...

...And it's all the Weather Channel has to talk about right now. Can't ya tell?

It was nice of them to *attempt* to plan, though. Hopefully they won't forget that planning is *really nice* for the employees...

[talldean.livejournal.com]

I have exactly two plans for next wednesday-ish.

1. Wearing full motorcycle leathers and helmet, go to the shore, strap myself to somethin' solid (with some slack), and make a human kite to temp God.

2. Regain my senses, and probably go drinking.

Even though #1 is going to involve some drinking, also, you should give me a call, since I'm betting on #2. Or maybe just dinering. Or something.