Late Nights

Part of the interesting fun about being in the U.S. for work is that you can work all day at a site, and then find yourself having to do work for your regular job back in Australia at night. On top of that, you have to find time to socialise with the people that you're working with. I don't drink. But that doesn't mean I don't get dragged along to smokey bars where I have to sit in and listen up to lots of tall stories. This can be fun, but isn't so much fun when you have e-mails and telecons back at the hotel to attend to.

Tonight was one of those nights where we sat in a bar for a number of hours, took phone calls from home and had to go and stand out in the cold, ate crap bar food, and then had to rush back to the hotel for another few hours of work. It's now 1:00am and I'm shagged and want to go to bed, but in true blogging style, I thought I had to get a post in.

Of course, being tired and not knowing what I was going to post about brought me to the aforementioned topic. I know it sounds like I'm having a bit of a moan, and god damn right, I'm having a bit of a bitch and a moan! Sometimes I'd like to just pass out in the hotel bed and get a decent nights sleep. Many would argue I bring it upon myself. Many would be right!

Ciao for Now, Ranting Angry Dad.