I'm on vacation. See you next week! (I tried to recaption that to say "Vacation I haz a happy", but cheezeburger.com wasn't working. So just pretend that's what it says.)
Showing posts with label vacation. Show all posts
Showing posts with label vacation. Show all posts
Monday, August 2, 2010
Taking Off My Cranky Pants
I'm on vacation. See you next week! (I tried to recaption that to say "Vacation I haz a happy", but cheezeburger.com wasn't working. So just pretend that's what it says.)
Friday, September 18, 2009
So That's How That Works
puerto rico, vacation, secretary,
Some days, being a secretary drives me crazy.
Literally on his way out the door, my boss tells me to book a vacation for himself and 3 of his friends/clients in San Juan, Puerto Rico. "Golf . . .," he said as he walked out the door.
Before you ask your secretary to engage in such a task, ask yourself one question: What the fuck do you suppose your secretary knows about lavish vacations in unincorporated territories in the US? Do you suppose the person who makes a little over 20k a year spends a great deal of time at expensive resorts and/or golf courses? How do you suppose I choose hotel rooms? Price. The cheaper the better. I'd share a room with an angry bear to save $10. I assume that's not what my boss is looking for.
The El San Juan Resort looks lovely, and the people who answer the phone are amazing. The concierge gave me the number for a mysterious gentleman who booked three days of golfing that I am assured is PGA quality. If my boss ends up being sold for organs, he really has no one to blame but himself.
Also, could somebody please tell USAirways that Puerto Rico is not a separate country from the US?
Some days, being a secretary drives me crazy.
Literally on his way out the door, my boss tells me to book a vacation for himself and 3 of his friends/clients in San Juan, Puerto Rico. "Golf . . .," he said as he walked out the door.
Before you ask your secretary to engage in such a task, ask yourself one question: What the fuck do you suppose your secretary knows about lavish vacations in unincorporated territories in the US? Do you suppose the person who makes a little over 20k a year spends a great deal of time at expensive resorts and/or golf courses? How do you suppose I choose hotel rooms? Price. The cheaper the better. I'd share a room with an angry bear to save $10. I assume that's not what my boss is looking for.
The El San Juan Resort looks lovely, and the people who answer the phone are amazing. The concierge gave me the number for a mysterious gentleman who booked three days of golfing that I am assured is PGA quality. If my boss ends up being sold for organs, he really has no one to blame but himself.
Also, could somebody please tell USAirways that Puerto Rico is not a separate country from the US?
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