I'm back.

Actually, I was back as of yesterday afternoon, but I was exhausted, so I spent the afternoon unpacking, finding something to eat, and sitting in a chair, drooling on myself.

After about eight hours of that, I had the energy to take a shower and go to bed.

I hate traveling on business.

Granted, this was a short trip, in on Monday and back on Wednesday, but cramming 17 hours of work in between the two flights made it feel a week long.

I had Japanese both nights, which was fun. Sushi and tempura the first night, sushi and steak the second night. The food was better (for half the price) the first night, but the company was much better the second night.

Sigh. Bernie made the mistake of saying, "Well, we've got a little one-on-one time here. You have any feedback for me on how it's going?"

I could tell from his shining little face that he had No. Clue.

I wish people wouldn't ask me questions like that, you know? Because if you ask, I will tell you.

Two hours later, he was very surprised. And not a little depressed. Shrug. Anyhow. He said since he'd be out of the office until Monday, why didn't I take some time and put together some solutions. He's open, he claims, to suggestions.

Since many of my suggestions would necessarily involve him making changes to himself, I doubt he'll be all that happy to hear them.