business trip

Another business trip this week. As you probably (?) read in my earlier post, I fucking hate business trips. Two days of non-stop fakery. To make it even worse, I'm going to rural New Jersey. I didn't even know New Jersey had a rural part! I thought New Jersey was filled with oil refineries, landfills, and towns like Hoboken. Who knew?

Do you know what there is to do in rural New Jersey? You guessed it! Nothing! Not a fucking goddamned thing. The biggest thing in town is a truck stop. It's a 90-minute drive from the nearest airport for Christ's sake! To go out for dinner, you have to drive over the border to New York. Believe me, rural New York ain't much better, but at least there is something there.

I am amazed that someone would locate their giant-sized company in this godforsaken shithole of a town. What amazes me even more is that there are people, smart, educated people, who are practically falling over themselves to work for this company and to live in that podunk town. Idiots.

Throw in a 5-1/2 hour flight (each way), 1-1/2 hour drive (each way), inane conversation until my head explodes, and lots of time sitting in a hotel room in my underwear (the car is rented in the bosses name), and you've got yourself a kick-ass business trip! Yee ha!