Last week I was in training 250 miles from home. I don't know that I could ever have one of those jobs where I had to be away from home all of the time.
The getting there doesn't bother me so much. It's the being there that bothers me, or rather the not being here. On my couch in my living room with my feet propped up on the coffee table with my wife nearby flipping through the channels and my kids asleep two doors down the hall.
Last Sunday afternoon I drove to St. Charles, Missouri where I spent the next week studying Oracle during the day and twiddling my thumbs during the evenings. Twiddling my thumbs while reviewing the day's lessons in Oracle, or as my teacher said in his St. Louis (?) accent, "Auracle."
He was an excellent teacher. I've had several over the years for various products and he was far and away the best I've had fo the simple fact that he frequently went beyond what was on the slides and pages of the book, interjecting personal experiences with the product and various options and ways of doing things.
On Wednesday, The Return of the King came out and I happened to have a friend in town who is a sales rep and covers that area. He called my hotel and offered to take me out to dinner. When he pulled up he said he'd tried to get tickets to the movie but that they only had late show tix available.
We decided we'd go and get tickets to the 11:30 p.m. show, if they were still available. They were and we were all set, but we had five hours to kill.
So we went to eat dinner at Culpeppers. We were washing down ribs and chicken wings with 44 oz. beers. This was probably not the best thing to be doing 4 hours before going to see a late run of a three hour movie.
After dinner, we headed back to hotel and started watching t.v. I smartly set the alarm clock for 15 minutes before the movie was to start. And I actually was awakened by the same.
We made it to the theater just in time to get terrible seats down in front and way to the side of the screen, we're talking like a 45 degree angle to look onto the movie screen. It was the worst place I've had to sit in a theater in years.
The movie starts out great and carries on that way for the most part, but there were times that it dragged on and on. There was too much drama. Some of the drama seemed as phony as the man on the cola commercial who closes his eyes as he takes life changing drinks of the product.
Too much phony drama, too much mushy lovey-dovey crap. The battle scenes were all great. The movie had the right amount of action and mayhem, but too much drama. Then again, I was tired from drinking big beers at dinner and it was way past my normal bedtime. That night I turned in at 3:15 a.m., and I actually made it to class on time the next morning.
I'll give the movie this, it's a great value and the matinee should be even more so.