nartreb wrote:Everything about this trip (actually two trips) was weird. Clients called at the last minute, insisted they needed me there in person though my job was mostly to wait around until they did something stupid that crashed their production run. (I wasn't allowed to talk directly to the people in charge of the production run.) This usually happened on a Friday night, but they wanted me to be in their offices during normal 9-5 hours, so I'd twiddle my thumbs all day long, then end up fielding the call on my cell phone in a restaurant or some such, then rushing back to my hotel to get network access just in case the problem was something that had a solution other than "didn't we tell you a million times not to do that?". (If I hadn't flown to California, I'd have gotten the call during my business hours while sitting in front of my computer.) Anyway, after delaying my vacation for the first two-week trip, I fly back to Boston only for my boss to tell me to fly back to LA a couple of days later. I cancelled my vacation plans and repeated the whole scenario. I returned to Logan around midnight one night, slept in a little the next morning, got a call from my boss asking where I was because he needed to see me right away. You guessed it, I got a long vacation after all, because they laid me off. Among the few compensations, I brought my crampons along each time, and managed to sneak out for two hikes up Mt Baldy.

kamil wrote:Same as you. Here it is.