The City That Never Sleeps
So, I'm safely here in New York and, after a 22 hour day yesterday, I'm feeling pretty good. 8 hours sleep and a good breakfast has me on a level footing again.
Other than cutting my lip while shaving yesterday morning (you do stupid things at 5am), leaving me looking like I'd been in a fight, the journey to New York was pretty uneventful. The trains were fine, Heathrow was fine, the aircraft was very comfortable and the BA service excellent. It went a little pear-shaped when I hit the US, though, with the taxi driver delivering me to the wrong hotel, necessitating a second cab ride downtown to the right hotel.
I stayed up as late as I possibly could, working on my presentation, and hit the sack around 11pm US. I still woke up at around 5.30 am, but I'm within spitting distance of being on US time, which is great.
Right, off to our US office.
Other than cutting my lip while shaving yesterday morning (you do stupid things at 5am), leaving me looking like I'd been in a fight, the journey to New York was pretty uneventful. The trains were fine, Heathrow was fine, the aircraft was very comfortable and the BA service excellent. It went a little pear-shaped when I hit the US, though, with the taxi driver delivering me to the wrong hotel, necessitating a second cab ride downtown to the right hotel.
I stayed up as late as I possibly could, working on my presentation, and hit the sack around 11pm US. I still woke up at around 5.30 am, but I'm within spitting distance of being on US time, which is great.
Right, off to our US office.