It’s Miller Tyme

I headed to
New York City on Wednesday, June 17.  We were scheduled to open a Titanic exhibition there on June 24.  Production was behind when I got there and logistically, it was impossible to make up any time.  

Since we were in Times Square, it was difficult to get materials, supplies, etc.  No parking, no waiting on the streets, two dock doors for all deliveries…chaos.  We had to put off the opening until the Friday, 26^th.

As always, I had a great time in New York.  I have been there about a half dozen times now and I always have fun.  I made time for myself and thoroughly enjoyed the city.  On Monday, June 22, I went to “Phantom of the Opera” with two colleagues.  I love that show. 

We also got a backstage tour of the set.  We saw the wardrobe and wig rooms.  The sets were hoisted in the air (there was no room backstage for the sets). 

We went down into the “basement” where we saw the air mattress that Raul lands on when he jumps from the bars.  They put blue neon lights around the perimeter of the mattress so when he looks down, through the smoke and trapdoor, he can tell where the mattress is. 

We saw where the candelabras raise and lower…and the infamous boat.  I always thought the boat was on a track in the stage, but it’s actually maneuvered around the stage by a remote control offstage.

I wanted to go to “Mamma Mia” but there was only so much time I could make for myself.  After all, I was there to work.

I drove my HR Director to Foxwood’s in Connecticut for a check-up.  We have a Bodies exhibition up there and I hadn’t done a check-up on them since the opening.  She went to do some harassment training.  When we got back to NYC, we parked the car at the same parking garage that I had parked at several times during that week.

When I came out on Sunday morning, with 2.5 hours to get to the airport, I went to pick up the rental car and was told “the car’s not here.”  Yes, apparently, the garage was also a drop-off location for my rental car company, so when I parked the car there, they checked it in and re-rented it.  My new GPS (remember, I just lost one in the St. Paul vandalism) that I just purchased 2 weeks prior was in the console.  Livid was not the word for it.  I have been pissed off before, but this sent me into a dimension of pissed off I don’t think I’ve ever been in.  I didn’t have time to argue with the attendant, as I had a flight to catch out of JFK in a couple hours.  So I caught a cab to the airport and stewed on the debacle all the way home…which, anyone who knows me, knows it not good for me to stew on anything!  The more I stew, the madder I get, and the madder I get, the more irrational I get.

After 4 days of arguing with the rental car company, and e-mailing a 3.5 page scathing letter to the President of the rental car company, I finally got confirmation late yesterday that they were going to credit the entire rental invoice, cut me a check for the cab ride to JFK, cut me another check for my GPS, and if I wouldn’t cancel my account with them, they would give me 3 free rental days too.  Sometimes it pays to take a problem up the corporate ladder.

Anyone who knows me also knows that my biggest pet peeve is customer no-service.  Well, that and unruly brat-ass Spawns of Satan whose parents don’t make them mind.  Ooops…did I say that?

Anyhoo…..I will erupt instantly like Vesuvius if I get bad customer service.  After all, I HAVE been ejected from a Wal Mart.  LOL.  In the words of Jimmy, “you have to be some sorry-ass trailer park trash to get tossed out of a Wal Mart.”  But that’s another story….

I guess I’m all updated now.  Thanks for reading my blog.  Bookmark it and come back often.  I try to update it as much as possible, but with my travel schedule, it’s difficult sometimes.  
 

PS:  I love reading your comments, too.

I left Tuesday, June 9, for
St. Paul, MN.  We opened a Titanic exhibition on June 12.  

Having lived in St. Paul for 1.5 years about 10 years ago, I was hoping to look up some friends and hang out.  I did get to have lunch and coffee with a very good friend, Khai, but was unable to locate anybody else.  So much changes in 10 years.

The weather in St. Paul was beautiful!  I remembered that the summers were great.  The winters were absolutely brutal when I lived there, but the summers were great.

My rental car was vandalized while parked at my hotel in downtown St. Paul. 

They stole my GPS system.  Thank goodness I didn’t leave my iPod in it.  I would have been devastated.  Love me some iPod.   

I left St. Paul on June 14 and headed home for two days before heading to NYC on June 17.

What a quaint little place!  I arrived in
Quebec City around 10pm on Tuesday, June 2.  I didn’t get to see much that night.  After leaving San Juan at 7am and arriving at my hotel in Quebec City at 10pm, all I cared about was a shower and a comfortable bed.

I went to the venue Wednesday morning and was very impressed with it.  We were preparing to open a Bodies exhibition on June 5.  It’s a beautiful stand-alone building sitting on the bay…plenty of queuing space, a really nice retail area, loft-look, and a huge office area.

I hung out with a couple of colleagues on Wednesday and Thursday, but then they both left and I was on my own for the weekend.  As expected, I didn’t get to do much sightseeing on Saturday, opening day.  But on Sunday, I ran by the venue first thing in the morning and saw that everything was going smoothly there, so then out for my walking tour of Quebec City.  

I took a lot of pictures.  Try are in an album on my Facebook account:

facebook.com/itsmillertyme

I headed home on Monday, but just for overnight, then leave for St. Paul, Minnesota, on Tuesday morning.

The morning after Josh’s graduation, we left for
San Juan, Puerto Rico.  This was my fifth trip to San Juan and Jimmy finally decided to go with me.  As a graduation gift to Josh, I bought him a round-trip ticket as well.  A four-day weekend for all three of us! 

Thank you, Jessica, for babysitting Sebastian and Isabelle.  I’m sure they loved their day the the park:

My flight left about a half-hour before theirs, so after splitting up in the Atlanta airport, we met up in the San Juan airport four hours later.  When we arrived at the hotel, I had to go to the venue and get started on the close, so Jimmy and Josh went about their day without me.  We met up for dinner and ate at Tijuana’s.  If you ever take a cruise that docks in San Juan, walk about a block to the west and have dinner at Tijuana’s…it’s good stuff, and a couple of the waiters are hot too. 

Typically at the closing of an exhibition, there is no time for anything personal.  It’s truly work, work, and more work.  So on Sunday and Monday, I didn’t have any time to get out and see San Juan with Jimmy and Josh.  They took a lot of pictures, all of which are posted on my Facebook account.  I owuld post them here, but it’s SO much easier to put them in an album on Facebook: 

facebook.com/itsmillertyme

Like all my other San Juan trips, we stayed at the Sheraton Old San Juan.  It’s nice, and this time, since I was sharing a room with Jimmy & Josh, I got us a junior suite…very nice.

I left San Juan Tuesday morning, June 2, at 7am, headed to Quebec City via Atlanta and then Detroit.  Jimmy & Josh’s flight didn’t leave San Juan until 149pm and was a direct flight to Atlanta.  I arrived in Quebec City a little after 9pm and was at my hotel by 10pm.  Needless to say, it was a long day. 

On Friday, May 29, my “Little Man” graduated from High School.  With me standing a mere 5’9” and him standing 6’2”, he’s not very little anymore, but he will always be my little man.  I guess it’s typical that I would sit in the audience and have memories shoot through my mind one after the other. 

Memories like…the day he was born.  They were only in the operating room for 15 minutes when I heard Josh let out a shrieking cry and I knew that, at that very moment, I had become a daddy. 

Memories like…Mom standing next to me outside the operating room saying, “Damn, he’s got a good set of lungs on him”. 

Memories like…counting his little fingers and toes to be sure all of them were there.

Memories like…the day the neurosurgeon told us that Josh had fluid on his brain, and the many visits to follow at Egleston Children’s Hospital at Emory. 

Memories like…the day he was playing in the back yard in just a diaper and stepped into an ant hill.  By the time we got to him, he had them all over.  All Ronda and I could think to do was turn the garden hose on him.  It worked, but not before he was bitten all over his little body.  Ronda stopped counting the bites at 100.

Memories like…me graduating from DeVry when Josh was 5.  As I walked across the stage to get my degree, a little voice yelled out, “That’s My Daddy!”  He ran down the aisle and up onto the stage and I carried him back to his seat…one of the most precious memories I have.

Memories like…the day Ronda told me they were moving to
Montana and the day I had to say good-bye to him.  To say I was upset would be a gross understatement.

Memories like…the day Ronda called me in Minnesota (she was in Montana) and told me that he had fallen down the stairs and had a concussion.  I was a 14-hour drive away and had no money to go see him.

Memories like…the weekend I went to Montana to visit him.  It was Easter.  We went to the city park and flew a kite until it started snowing.  We had an Easter egg hunt inside the hotel room.

Memories like…estrangement from each other for 3 years.  Moving on…

Memories like…watching him at his football games and track meets, hearing his name announced over the PA system…what a proud Daddy I was.

Memories like…him getting pulled over by Forsyth County Police on his 16^th birthday to verify the validity of the dealer tag on his car.  LOL, he was scared &%$#less.

Memories like…him buying his first laptop with money he earned working at Czarnowski during the summer of 2008.

Yes, anyone who knows me knows that I am an extremely emotional boob.  This blog entry hasn’t been easy to type.  I’ve had to stop several times…if you know what I mean.

Maybe some day he’ll be doing the same thing that I’m doing now.  Maybe not.

All I know is…my “Little Man” is all grown up.  What a fine young man he has become and what a fine adult he will be.  After all, he’s my son.