Adventures, Part 1
I have now started a new rotation for work. Good bye not for profit; hello private banking (in Downtown)! [Sorry Fung, I really thought I would be down in the Medical Center]. Anyhow, if you know me at all, you know my sense of direction is pretty bad.
Day 1: I actually had to stay at the Galleria location because I was taking recruits around our headquarters. That equates to a free fabulous lunch at La Strada! Afterwards, it was time to head to my new down town office. My co-worker gave me excellent directions on how to get here, so there was really no confusion. Too bad I was toting around a big box of stuff, in heals, in heat. That equates to no bueno. Well, I met my new boss for 10 weeks and got to meet some of the other folks. Since we’re at a branch location, there’s lots of candy and random things (i.e. a place to play golf) right outside the private banking area. (And as always, quick cash for me). I now needed to get a parking pass, keys to our area of this massive building, and a security code. Unfortunately, the guy who can give me all of that is not working today. Looks like I will continue to park in the adjacent garage where it costs $2.50/20 minutes. (Can you believe that? Good thing I’m not paying for that bad boy).
Since my mom and I carpool to work, we now have to figure out a new system. Well, the trolley system (I can’t think of what it’s really called) will take her within 5 blocks of my building. She decides to walk and meet me at the corner of the building since she doesn’t really know which building and where I parked. Too bad I wasn’t paying attention to how I excited the parking garage. I didn’t know how to get us back into it without walking up the exit ramps (in which cars are driving down to exit). I asked the guard standing there, but he failed to point me around the corner and through the building’s entrance. Because then, you can get into the garage via elevators and find the floor in which your car is parked. So what did my mom and I do? Walk up the exit ramps (very dangerous = my mom is not pleased).
Unfortunately Day 1 does not end there. You see, I thought I parked on 4A; unfortunately, my car was not on 4A. Too bad there was also a 4B, which I searched and could not find my car. So we went on 3A, 3B, 5B, 5A, 4B, 4A (yes again, just in case), 2B, and finally 2A. JACKPOT! 2A was where my car had been parked. Again, I can’t say my mom was too pleased.
[End of Day 1]
Day 1: I actually had to stay at the Galleria location because I was taking recruits around our headquarters. That equates to a free fabulous lunch at La Strada! Afterwards, it was time to head to my new down town office. My co-worker gave me excellent directions on how to get here, so there was really no confusion. Too bad I was toting around a big box of stuff, in heals, in heat. That equates to no bueno. Well, I met my new boss for 10 weeks and got to meet some of the other folks. Since we’re at a branch location, there’s lots of candy and random things (i.e. a place to play golf) right outside the private banking area. (And as always, quick cash for me). I now needed to get a parking pass, keys to our area of this massive building, and a security code. Unfortunately, the guy who can give me all of that is not working today. Looks like I will continue to park in the adjacent garage where it costs $2.50/20 minutes. (Can you believe that? Good thing I’m not paying for that bad boy).
Since my mom and I carpool to work, we now have to figure out a new system. Well, the trolley system (I can’t think of what it’s really called) will take her within 5 blocks of my building. She decides to walk and meet me at the corner of the building since she doesn’t really know which building and where I parked. Too bad I wasn’t paying attention to how I excited the parking garage. I didn’t know how to get us back into it without walking up the exit ramps (in which cars are driving down to exit). I asked the guard standing there, but he failed to point me around the corner and through the building’s entrance. Because then, you can get into the garage via elevators and find the floor in which your car is parked. So what did my mom and I do? Walk up the exit ramps (very dangerous = my mom is not pleased).
Unfortunately Day 1 does not end there. You see, I thought I parked on 4A; unfortunately, my car was not on 4A. Too bad there was also a 4B, which I searched and could not find my car. So we went on 3A, 3B, 5B, 5A, 4B, 4A (yes again, just in case), 2B, and finally 2A. JACKPOT! 2A was where my car had been parked. Again, I can’t say my mom was too pleased.
[End of Day 1]
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