Hanging out in my hotel room at the SpringHill Suites in Hampton, VA. Very nice establishment. Poor, poor internet though. It took a phone call to what I'm sure is some part of India (Bangalore?) and some patience to get this far, and I'm pretty sure gchat still doesn't function. Fail.
Anyhoo, I thought I could take this time while I'm travelling for business (as I will be for the next six weeks on Monday-Thursday--four day weeks plus overtime? I can deal) to go over some of the "highlights" of my trip last week.
I woke up at a nice, ripe 4:45 A.M. to drive to Just-the-tip, VA... a hair short of the fine state of West Virginia. On the way I hit up Scotland's finest, McDonalds, for a company-paid breakfast. Great, except that aparently 5:30 is too early to order inside the store, and I waited for 10 minutes, and finally received my food and a soda cup to put coffee in. Hot coffee through a straw, I'm telling you it'll be the next thing to catch on. If you'd like to burn a hole in your throat.
Driving in circles was as good as ever. That's essentially what I did for two hours straight, and what I would continue to do for two more times that day, and three times a day for two more days. It's boring but I get paid... AND I get to travel to wonderful places. This particular place consisted of three stop lights, two of which were to on-ramps to I-81. Oh, and a truck stop. Can't forget the "Flying J" that I frequented for bathroom breaks. Sounds more like a complicated lovemaking technique than a gas station, but who am I to judge.
One excellent part of this Flying J was the high number of quality RV's that populated the oversized parking lot. Phaeton, Allegro Bay, Teton Homes, and may favorite the Dutch Star. Did I mention this was boring? I was so bored I wanted to take up smoking JUST to have something to do. Plus my rental car smelled like it already. Fail.
After I was done up there, I drove down to my next destination, a little hotel you may have heard of... the Comfort Inn in Harrisonburg. After all the driving I needed to get the blood moving so I went down to the fitness center. I guess "center" means "smaller than the room you're staying in" because there was literally a treadmill, a TV, and a stairmaster. And the treadmill was taken. Watching TV is perhaps not the best way to excercise, so I jumped up on that stairmaster and climbed away. I don't know what was funnier: the guy powerwalking on the treadmill with his laptop in hand listening to 90's japanese pop music, or the fact that I was jammin to the beats. That's a lie, the guy was definitely funnier.
Next day I got back to work in Timberville, about 20 minutes north of JMU. Let me tell you, I would love to wake up to the crisp, fresh farm air of Timberville Everday. Who doesn't love a town that smells like dogfood. I will never look at a chicken sandwich the same way.
Just when I thought it had to get better, the next day I drove to Dayton just south of JMU, which believe it or not, smelled even worse! Perhaps it was due to the chicken processing plant directly on the road I had to drive back and forth on for 6 hours that day. Thank you, Cargill.
While I wasn't jealous of the smell that sometimes infiltrates Harrisonburg, I was jealous of the new development at that school. The the downtown is gettin better and the new library is cooler than any one at UVA (besides Alderman, of course). Stuff just lookin good around there. Especially the large number yellow JMU license plates, which help the large number of New Jersey license plates fit in.
That's about all I have from two weeks ago, but I'm sure I'll have more stories about the weeks to come. I am jumping into sewage lines after all.
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