fine whine

I'm sitting in the waiting room of a small private airline in New Jersey. The company that employs me spent at least five hundred bucks (on paper) to fly me up to NYC today for a three hour meeting that started late and turned into a two hour meeting, into which I contributed a couple comments and as many nods and grunts.

I'm really only here because my boss is in Hong Kong. The guy upstairs (in the building sense, not the religion sense) who set the meeting up really values her input (namely I think because she's not afraid to disagree with him) so I guess he took me instead. I can only hope that I did okay.

I only found out yesterday I was supposed to be coming here, and even then I reserved my enthusiasm until the whole thin was approved by all the powers that be--except that in doing so I never got around to getting excited at all. Whoops. Jessica thought that it was pretty cool, when I told her, but to me it was just going to be another meeting.

Sure, I'd only driven through or flown over NYC, and sure, it's a really neat place, but this trip didn't bode well. Its purpose was vague and my potential contributions even more so.

I have often joked about getting "low man on the totem pole" emblazoned on my business cards... if they ever get around to giving me business cards. I won't even be able to complain about not having traveled anymore, as though this trip were somethign about which to write home.

I'm just tired, and it doesn't look like I going to get home anytime soon. The stewardess just came in, though, and she brought some stuff off the plane. Maybe I'm looking at some dinner here. More tomorrow.