I'm at the beach for a nursing conference. I'm giving my first poster presentation. I am very exciting; I'm presenting on a new teaching tool for simulation that I invented and have been using for the past several semesters now.
I showed up a day too early
I made my reservations months ago. The past couple of weeks I've been putting the finishing touches on my presentation, and doing preliminary work to turn it into an article for publication in a nursing journal. It's been a LOT of work. Plus, I've been very busy grading papers and writing a big report for a major legal case I'm involved in.
I've been busier than a one legged man at an ass kicking contest. My few posts here of late are one of my few guilty pleasures.
So I'm getting everything together to head on down here. It's a four hour drive. I look at my hotel reservation and in a panic realize I have the wrong dates. I should be staying Wed night and the conference is Thursday and Friday (so two nights).
So I call the hotel and they happily fix it for me.
I make the drive. Get down here. Have a nice dinner. Get back to my room to do a little work, go over the agenda.
Oh shit.
I had it right the first time. The conference is Friday/Saturday.
Here's how I got confused. I come to this same hotel every spring for a different conference. That conference is always Thursday/Friday meaning I come down on a Wednesday and leave Friday. My brain misfired and thought about days of week as opposed to the actual dates.
So here I am paying for an extra night at the hotel. I have to. To drive home and back tomorrow would cost me as much in gas as I'd spend on the hotel.
I'm so stupid.
Well, at least I'll get to enjoy the beach. As long as I don'tsprain dislocate my ankle again. Yes. It's THAT hotel . . . with THAT beach.
I showed up a day too early
I made my reservations months ago. The past couple of weeks I've been putting the finishing touches on my presentation, and doing preliminary work to turn it into an article for publication in a nursing journal. It's been a LOT of work. Plus, I've been very busy grading papers and writing a big report for a major legal case I'm involved in.
I've been busier than a one legged man at an ass kicking contest. My few posts here of late are one of my few guilty pleasures.
So I'm getting everything together to head on down here. It's a four hour drive. I look at my hotel reservation and in a panic realize I have the wrong dates. I should be staying Wed night and the conference is Thursday and Friday (so two nights).
So I call the hotel and they happily fix it for me.
I make the drive. Get down here. Have a nice dinner. Get back to my room to do a little work, go over the agenda.
Oh shit.
I had it right the first time. The conference is Friday/Saturday.
Here's how I got confused. I come to this same hotel every spring for a different conference. That conference is always Thursday/Friday meaning I come down on a Wednesday and leave Friday. My brain misfired and thought about days of week as opposed to the actual dates.
So here I am paying for an extra night at the hotel. I have to. To drive home and back tomorrow would cost me as much in gas as I'd spend on the hotel.
I'm so stupid.
Well, at least I'll get to enjoy the beach. As long as I don't
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