The Aerie
I hate jet lag.
My wife has suggested I do some research, because of course lots of people have to deal with this. I'm sure she's right. What I know from my own experience is that the first night in Europe, sleeping is easy because I'm usually exhausted from travel and up for 30 hours or so.
But the second night... I got one (1) uno ein hour of sleep last night. One.
And now I get to teach!
I called the training firm on Saturday when I arrived to let them know I was in town. The told me to arrive at 8:30 a.m. today - the same time that the class in England started.
So I set my wakeup for 6:30 a.m. The plan: shower,shave, and dress in yesterday's clothes, 6:30-7:00; eat a relaxed breakfast including spilling on myself, 7:00-7:30; change into suit, gather bags, check out 7:30-8:00; catch train 8:00; arrive at training 8:20.
And that's EXACTLY what happened.
Leaving the train station I had my only concern: how to find the address. I only had one or two glimpses at a Google map to tell me where to go: I recalled that the facility was at about 4:00 o'clock on a curve of the river (if north was noon).
Emerging from the train station, I could see by the curve of the river (and the street) that I was at about 7:00 o'clock on the curve. so I wandered along the street (both bags in my hand because they are moving me from a hotel to an apartment they use for trainers; both coats on because it was drizzling). Along the way I asked the locals where the street was... nobody knew.
Just as I found the first fellow who knew the street I mentioned, I saw around the corner the name of the company I was looking for. I thanked him and wandered over to the door.
It was 8:20 exactly.
This was going altogether too well. I met the staff, found my room, got set up. As I finished setup it was 9:00. Perfect. But nobody had arrived for class.
I looked at the schedule posted on the door: the class wasn't scheduled to start until 10:00...
Posted by Albatross at May 7, 2007 2:50 AM | TrackBack