September 24, 2002

I’m being sent on a

I’m being sent on a business trip. I went on one to Miami, but that was different, in that I didn’t have to make any of my own travel arrangements, and was surrounded by people I knew. Well, maybe not surrounded, but there were a lot of people there that I knew. Anyway, now I’m being sent to New York City. My first real trip, and they don’t start me out with some small town—nope, I’m going straight to the big leagues. It’s a conference in Brooklyn, which is an area that I’ve never been in. So I’m nervous. I need to figure out how to get there and back and where to stay. Do I stay in Brooklyn and be close to the conference, or do I stay in Manhattan, an area I’m more familiar with and comfortable in? How much money am I allowed to spend on a hotel room? On transportation to get there? Ack. I’m comforting myself with the prospect of seeing a show. What show, I don’t know. I may just head to TKTS and leave it to chance. Of course, I don’t know exactly what hours I’m supposed to work…gack. And the subway? Scary. Hopefully they’ll give me some comp time in exchange for me working a weekend. Hey, I’m not a salaried employee. I should be getting paid overtime.

Current song in my head:
“I’m Happy Just to Dance With You” by the Beatles

Posted by Barb at September 24, 2002 09:57 AM | TrackBack
Comments
Post a comment












Remember personal info?