Don't Mess with Texas

So I have just returned from a week of training for work in Dallas. This also marks my return to the blogging world as I have left you all for some time. I apologize for the hiatus, I have no excuse nor do I need one cause its my blog.

Anyways, I arrive in Dallas around 9 at night. Somehow its still about 95 degrees outside. Already I can tell I'm gonna love this place. Due to our company having over 600 trainees in town, vans are set up for our shuttle. Apparently, 600 cab rides would cost too much. I quickly stop my complaining when my van picks up a lovely lady from the OC office (that's right, like the show) and we start chatting. We arrive at the hotel and she tells me I should meet her and her lovely OC friend for dinner. I'm really starting to like this training thing. I check into my room and get my friend, Gronberg, and we meet the ladies for a sub-par salad and sandwich that runs $20 a person. I'd be pissed if I was paying but I'll let it slide. Thank you PwC.

On Monday morning we head to the training course introduction. Its supposed to be about getting your room assignment, materials, etc. We use it to check out the talent. And talent there is. I swear, my company must have a hiring qualification based on looks. I love that the Chicago office is a great place to work and, as I've just discovered, our offices nationwide follow this same code. Again, thank you PwC.

I am happy to find out that the Chicago representation consists of Gronberg, Mowinski, Sutherland, Bartolucci, Nall, and myself. Quite a party group, this could get ugly.

Ugly? Maybe. Impressive? Yes. The whole week is a booze fest. The six of us go out every night parading around in limos everywhere we go. We recruit talent along the way and soon everyone is asking to hang out with the Chicago guys.

Monday and Tuesday night are solid, but nothing too note worthy (besides obvious drunkenness, being hung over during class and not paying attention, and all around having a good time). Wednesday is a solid day. First, Sutherland decides he doesn't like his class and leaves it for mine and Gronberg's. This didn't go over so well with HR but he's leaving the firm in a few weeks so he doesn't care. This also caused mayhem for our classroom. Gronberg and I never paid attention or participated but now with Sutherland we became disruptive in class. Luckily, everyone, including the hot ladies and our teachers, found our antics amusing and loved us.

That night, we find out from the valet guys that this bar is having a bikini contest and 50 cent well drinks. Obviously, we head to the bar that second and are there about 5 hours before the contest. Several hours later, I'm out $7. This is great. Now the contest starts and we're all skeptical as most of the clientele are coworkers of ours. Alas, out strut 10 of the hottest girls I've ever seen. At least 3 are introduced as Hooters girls and I swear I heard one was with our company. All the guys say I'm lying so I must have just imagined it. Regardless, these girls were pros and clearly just there for the contest. It was quite a good time. I believe #9 won. I was routing for #4. They're all winners in my book.

Thursday night trumped the bikini contest for sheer storytelling ability. Its our last night and our company is putting on this sports event in one of the ballrooms. Its cool cause its free booze and they've got pool tables, ping pong tables, stuff like that. About 12 of us are sitting around a few tables when we decide to bring our own sport into the mix - flip cup. That's right. How many people can say they were part of a flip cup game in the middle of 600 of their coworkers. Put your hand down, liar. And we were not quiet about it either. There was cheering and yelling and all the simple joys of people chugging beer and flipping their glass. We continued to play for an hour or so. During a flip cup game allowed bathroom break, I was walking through the ballroom and saw another flip cup game of about 20 people. I was so proud of what we started I almost had watery eyes. The night continued at the bars and concluded at a taco joint. Again, the limos picked us up on queue.

To top it all off, the Chicago guys decided to leave early for the airport and fly standby. We didn't want to deal with the airport at 5:00. Good thing we did. I got a call from a NY buddy later on saying that all the flights were being delayed several hours. My thoughts go out to them but you should have left training early. I mean, its only training for your career. How important could it be?

Week 2 of travel starts next week in Chattanooga.