Infinite Monkeys

Lost in Santa Monica

I just got back from a week of training. The teacher was awful, so the class was awful.

But the worst part of the trip was the virtual electronic black hole I found myself in. I just let my dial-up Internet access account lapse because it has been so easy for me to get broadband access from my hotels lately, but this one didn't have it. Rats! No problem, I think, I'll just check e-mail & such from class. Wrong! The training room we were in was completely isolated. And we had dinner appointments every night, so I couldn't even hole up at a Starbucks for an hour or two.

I was left with my Treo 650, so I was able to get my e-mail, periodically clean out the comment SPAM here on Infinite Monkeys, and (oh yeah) call home. It got me by, but I'm sure glad to be home and jacked back into the Matrix...