Figuring it would be another slow day, I brought the crossword puzzle. I checked email, had a light breakfast and settles in for some work. Well, not real work, but not total slack off either. That’s when the Japanese landed.
Odd. Apparently some suppliers were coming to town. They were supposed to be here tomorrow, not today. So now we have 3 guys and nothing to have them do. My co-worker who is their host is so busy he can’t help. So he asks me to show them around. This seems bad.
The bad news was they didn’t really understand too much English. I certainly don’t understand Japanese, so in order to make us all feel uncomfortable, I took them to Fuquay, where none of us understand Spanish. The idea was to take them on a plant tour at the factory. I figure after I drop them off I should be able to go home and take a nap during this time, right?
Of course not. They don’t have an official tour guide there anymore and the guy who’s going to do it says it’ll only take an hour. So now what do I do? Quick thinking led me to drive out and see Kimmy at work (she teaches nearby). When I got there I realized why ‘quick’ and ‘thinking’ don’t go together – school’s out. Ugh. Back to the plant.
Upon arriving again I find out that now I’ve been locked out of computer access. Several bothersome trips to computer support finally gets me online and to my beloved email. Which of course means now they are done and ready to go back. Ugh. But at least I got to flirt with the healthcare babe putting on some Skin Cancer seminar. “So the best way to keep healthy skin would be to relax naked in the dark, right?”
The guys are dead tired and I figure they just want to go back to their hotel and sleep. They say no, they want to go back to the office. Fine. Odd, but fine. So when we are 5 minutes into the drive, the one English speaking man simply leans over and says, “sleep.” Ok, so I figure they changed their minds and want to go to the hotel.
Nope. After some debate they still want to go to the office. Ugh. See, if they go to the hotel, I can go golfing and claim I was with them and they don’t speak enough English to rat me out. Instead we hit the office. These guys are about passed out at this point and ask to go to the conference room they were in this morning – to rest. Holy crap, they’re going to lay out on the floor and sleep, aren’t they?
Frankly, I don’t care. We’ve already lost them twice today and they smoke like champs (so they fit in here in tobacci-land), so just let them run free. All I know is I’m tired from some bad volleyball last night, it’s only 2pm and I have to cut grass after work. I think I’m going to go to their hotel and sleep.
Clay “can you put sushi on a breakfast burrito from Bojangles?” Berry