I was supposed to leave for Copenhagen tonight, actually, last night, but I've been almost too busy to breathe, and so instead I'm leaving tomorrow night (which is a good thing, since I was at work today until 4:00, and I haven't packed yet) and thus missing my brother's and niece's combined birthday party in Denmark, and instead spending a scant evening with them before flying off to Madrid. Well, I've updated my calendar, which will give you a better idea of where I'll be for the next two weeks. Watch for pictures. Anyway, 7 cities, 10 days. Should be very entertaining.
Today I finally got to meet with the guys in charge of our warehouse to talk about training, and as a side benefit, I got a tour of the factory where we make all sorts of neat things, and then I got to see the warehousing process from Receiving to Shipping. I love factory tours, and I particularly love factory tours that directly impinge on my work. It's sort of like a Richard Scarry book come to life, only with people rather than worms and cats.
One of the joys of having Netflix is rediscovering TV from my childhood that's been seemingly unavailable for years. Most recently, "Welcome Back Kotter" has arrived on my doorstep, and it breaks my heart to say it, but it's not as good as I remember. Granted, I was probably 10 the last time I saw it, and not very discerning... but was tv really so bad in the 70's? Corny jokes? Wooden scripts? Am I going to be similarly saddened if they ever finally release the Bionic Woman and the 6 Million Dollar Man on DVD? Still, I get a strange comfort out of watching them all (even if I do fall asleep 10 minutes in...). Gilligan's Island, here I come.