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Chris G. Williams Beware: I mix tech and personal interests here.

For the most part, I enjoy my 2.5 hour commute to Atlanta. XM Radio is a wonderful thing, as are books on CD.

I try to make two round trips each week.... drive down on Monday morning, spend the night and drive back Tuesday afternoon. I like to take Wednesday off, and then repeat for Thursday and Friday. On the days I'm spending the night in Atlanta, I put in 12-13 hours, and work a regular 8 on the day I drive home. Occasionally things change up, and I end up staying in Atlanta for 2-3 days in a row. When that happens, I still work long days, because I love the overtime and have nothing better to do.

Sometimes though, things dont go according to plan. One of the downsides is getting up at 4:45am on a Monday morning to drive into Atlanta. It feels like I don't actually wake up (as in really really awake) until I've been on the road for about an hour. Yesterday was one of those mornings. I made it all the way to the parking garage at work before realizing I didn't have my access card, id badge or debit card. (Normally I leave them in the car, but for some reason I took them in the house this weekend.)

This is worse than it sounds. I can't park in the garage without the access card. I can't get in the office without the ID badge (well, I can, but not without help) and I can't make it home without my debit card, because it takes a full tank to get to Atlanta and back. If you add driving around in Atlanta traffic, then you end up having to buy gas to get home.

I'm screwed. Obviously I don't want to ask anyone here where I'm consulting if I can borrow $20 to make it home. I'd rather not ask my employer since I'll look like (or at least feel like) a dumbass. So, the plan is to get as close to home as possible (should be able to get within 30 minutes of home) and have my Dad (who fortunately will be in town by then) meet me, and give me some gas money or bring me my debit card... one of the two.

ya know... it's funny that I don't want to look like a dumbass in front of my boss or clients, but I don't seem to mind sharing this cautionary tale with the rest of the planet. Oh well... these are the mistakes we typically only make once.

Posted on Tuesday, August 1, 2006 6:11 AM General Interest | Back to top


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If there is a branch of your bank where you are, you may be able to get a temporary debit card, assuming you've got some ID. You'll have to cancel your current debit card to do this...but may be an option
Left by sanjay on Aug 01, 2006 6:59 AM

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hmm... that sounds like a lot of hassle down the road. I'd rather inconvenience my Dad for 30-40 minutes than deal with the bank. ;)
Left by Blogus Maximus on Aug 01, 2006 7:05 AM

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"it's funny that I don't want to look like a dumbass in front of my boss or clients, but I don't seem to mind sharing this cautionary tale with the rest of the planet."

How do you know your boss, coworkers, or clients haven't already read this and know about you being a dumbass?
Left by thorkia on Aug 01, 2006 7:51 AM

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well, that's a pretty crappy story. maybe if you hadn't been up so late talking nonsense with morons you wouldn't have been so tired that you forgot your stuff.

but rather than remind you that you talk with idiots late into the night, i'll try and help you out (i'm just a nice guy like that), so here's my advice.

when i'm in a bind like that. i turn to a sure fire way to fix any situation.

prostitution.

don't have your access card? yeah, prostitution can fix that.

don't have your id badge? yeah, prostitution can fix that too.

need a tank of gas? oh yeah, prostitution has that covered.

so there you go. you should be able to relax now. [no really relax, it hurts more if you don't ;) ]

Left by George on Aug 01, 2006 7:54 AM

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thorkia: entirely possible
george: thanks for the advice, I'll stick to plan A.
Left by Blogus Maximus on Aug 01, 2006 8:08 AM

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Dude, we totally need to meet this George guy...first he berates us for being old when he's only a few years younger himself, he throws Star Wars parties for his son, he writes games, AND he uses prostitution for getting money when broke.

He'll fit in to our little TechEd2005 clique nicely...

D
Left by D'Arcy from Winnipeg on Aug 01, 2006 8:18 AM

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"george: thanks for the advice, I'll stick to plan A."

lol, stick with plan "A". that's just wrong.

[just to clarify for you D'Arcy, since I know you're getting a little slow in your old age ;) ]

lol, male prostitution, plan "A", stick with...if you're still unclear just ask Chris about Gil Gerard. Gil is very familiar with plan "A"...



Left by George on Aug 01, 2006 10:03 AM

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4:45 - that's insane. I usually don't fall asleep until 4:45. Since I'm going to have the same commute for a while, I appreciated the post - hopefully we can have that commute thing fixed soon enough - or at least minimized ;-)
Left by Bill on Aug 02, 2006 3:00 PM

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I totally forgot about Gil Gerard. Didn't you meet him in Atlanta too at Dragon Con?
Left by Bill on Aug 02, 2006 3:00 PM

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You think that's bad?

I was off to a client's site in San Francisco...(this is back before you had to have positive ID at the airport; just show up with the ticket and they let you onboard). Flight is good; I get a cool emergency exit seat (ahh, legroom!) with no one next to me.

Plane lands. I get off. Take a taxi to the client site. Pay the driver with the remaining cash in my pocket.

I work till about 6:30pm, departing at the same time as the last employee (the CFO). As she's driving off, I pull out my wallet to see if I have enough cash for the taxi ride back or if I need to visit an ATM. Guess what? No wallet.

Fortunately, I had a friend that lived near Carmel, CA (a 2.5hr drive). He drove all the way and got me back on the airplane before it left (but I had to run to the gate and was the last one on).

But man...the panic and fear that goes through you.

Left by OwenG on Aug 02, 2006 6:44 PM

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