A few weeks ago I traveled to New Hampshire to do an audit at a contract manufacturer. I'd never been to New Hampshire, but was delighted to find that I would be in close proximity to beautiful Lake Winnipesaukee. So, in my mind, my trip was going to be something like this:
Instead, it looked like this:
Flight from SLC to Chicago.
Flight from Chicago to Manchester.
Day One of audit.
Days Two and Three of audit. Flight from Manchester to Chicago. Flight from Chicago to SLC.
I got super sick on my trip, puking my guts out and running to the bathroom. I had to cut my audit short and spent a whole day lying in bed in the hotel. It was not a fun trip, and I never did get to see Lake Winnipesaukee. I did see the bottom of my ice bucket a lot, though. Yeah, I know. That's nasty.
Quinn
1 comment:
Ah, the fond New Hampshire memories. There are worse states to be hotel-bound and sick as a dog in.
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