Originally Posted by Souvenir (Post 6262834)

Funny you bring that up. I've just had a few beers with some oil/gas drillers.

Hardcore people, from Oklahoma. We slagged off most things on this planet. A skinny bloke with a silk tie and some big blokes with baseball caps. Go figure. I think I could quite easily become fond of everyday Americans.

Originally Posted by Souvenir (Post 6262834)

I think I could quite easily become fond of everyday Americans.

Originally Posted by Souvenir (Post 6262359)

Recently, the company I work for was commissioned for a consulting project.

The client is a mining company that produces something that is used by lots of other companies including, they said, four other mining companies in Wyoming. These companies are all their clients, they said, and they wanted us to talk with them about something. We soon established that (a) the stuff isn't used by the Wyoming companies for that the client thought and (b) only two of them are actually clients. I wonder about clients sometimes, I really do. After much dicking around with the two, I got agreement from both of them yesterday (Wednesday) to meet tomorrow (Friday). I then bought an obscenely expensive plane ticket. That was an ordeal in itself; my country of residence isn't the same as the billing address for my Amex.

This morning I got up at 3am. I flew from Ottawa to Chicago. I waited a bit, then I flew to Denver. I waited a bit, then I flew to Rock Springs WY, on what appeared to be a converted crop-duster. Rock Springs airport is very small (a handful of flights each day) and in the middle of nowhere. There is very little there. One of things that wasn't there was the hotel shuttle meant to be collecting me. It also has no taxis and no ATM. I was out of cash. The shuttle problem was eventually sorted, about an hour later, and I got to the hotel. I had a nasty feeling that I wasn't going to like what I saw when I opened up my email, so I went for a beer instead. Then I opened up my email.

I didn't like what I saw. One of the two guys I talked to just yesterday had changed his bloody mind and doesn't want to meet. This leaves me with a 7.30am meeting tomorrow and then nothing to do until I fly home at 6am on Saturday, arriving at 7pm. Rock Springs is an ugly nothing place and it's cold here. I can't even change my flights.

I'm narked.

Originally Posted by Rich_007 (Post 6262934)

It's not Americans; it's their government that makes 'em look so darned bad and stupid and angry. :thumbdown:

R

Originally Posted by Souvenir (Post 6265134)

I'm slightly less annoyed now because my meeting turned out well.

Here is my tip for the day. If you are used to living at or near sea level, when you go to somewhere 6,000 above sea level, don't drink tequila shooters with a gang of oil-patch guys. Just don't.

Originally Posted by Souvenir (Post 6265134)

I'm slightly less annoyed now because my meeting turned out well.

Here is my tip for the day. If you are used to living at or near sea level, when you go to somewhere 6,000 above sea level, don't drink tequila shooters with a gang of oil-patch guys. Just don't.

Originally Posted by Souvenir (Post 6265134)

Here is my tip for the day. If you are used to living at or near sea level, when you go to somewhere 6,000 above sea level, don't drink tequila shooters with a gang of oil-patch guys. Just don't.

Originally Posted by AmyDavid (Post 6265246)

DO YOU HAVE A HANGOVER?!!

To get rid of said hangover, go back to the bar and have more tequila shooters. Hangover will vanish as if Paul Daniels waved his magic wand over you!:thumbsup:

Originally Posted by YYZlover (Post 6265359)

Don't drink tequila (or t'kill-ya) with a bunch of musicians the day before you go in to a full band production rehearsal.

(Don't share a bottle with just one person on a tourbus and the next day get taken out for a meal to a - wait for it - FISH restaurant!!!)

Originally Posted by Souvenir (Post 6265422)

Don't drink anything with a bunch of very well paid oil/gas drillers who have been away from home for a while. The headache I had this morning did not match the small bar receipt I found in my pocket. I'm not sure who was buying but I do recall the barmaid regularly setting fire to the bar.

My new best friend "Bush" was remarkably restrained when I stated that (a) I didn't want to go to a strip joint and (b) his chances of getting into one might be affected by the fact that he was hammered. I'm glad he was restrained. At a rough guess, he is twice my body weight and about a foot taller.

Originally Posted by Lorna_D (Post 6265512)

Souvette has done a good job of putting the frighteners on you I see :rofl: