My first European flight! (We ended up taking off at 8:30)
On the floor, JFK
Saying goodbye to my baby.
This was really my hotel room. It's a good thing I didn't really spend much time here, because I don't think I could get a good rest with a Nagel-esque Sophia Loren looming over my head.
Umm, this was 5:00 AM, not PM. Tuesday into Wednesday morning. I had been on press from 11:00 Tuesday around the clock, and ended up finishing at about 6:00 PM Wednesday.
Third shift pressmen are third shift pressmen, no matter where you are in the world.
Nicolo and me, weary after a long night playing with color. I am looking decidedly bedraggled.
What I do.
Vending machine in the plant, dispensing espressos, capuccinos, mochas, in the cutest little Dixie cups. These kept me going and I'm sure the multiple espressos didn't impair my judgment at all.
"No riding Razr scooters in the plant!"
You are required to wear gloves, shoes, an Anthony Hopkins mask, and Philip Johnson glasses.
Happy New Year, everyone!
4 comments:
Wow, thank you for this immersion into sexsay Italian culture.
HNY, Aileen!
I know, I had the most exciting trip, didn't I?
I had more fun lecturing the American college student next to me on the flight home about being aware of where his body was in space and how those masses of protoplasm on either side of him into which he kept jamming his elbows were actually people.
I really said this to someone on an airplane:
"Dude, are you aware that you're awfully elbowy?"
LOL! Especially at the forbidden "scooter". My former boss (of our formerly now-defunct printing department) would often ride the pallet jack when he was returning it.
Also, dudes on planes who are elbowy need to be informed of such things.
Wow, you really work, and I mean really work, for a living!
Love your translations.
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