George S May Part 2

I am back. I have nothing else on my mind, so I will go back into the George S May story as it relates to me. When I finished last, I had arrived at the scenic La Quinta Inn in the Village of Elk Grove Village, IL, which has just too many "villages" in its name. It is rather redundant, but I do not live there, so I really do not care.

As the van was to pick "us", as I had not met any other trainees yet, up at 7:30 am in the lobby, I woke up at six to shower, dress and eat breakfast. I was up at five or so with some excitement. I did my thing and got on the shuttle bus to the training center where I met a dude from LA, who was in Vegas for a different training and was shuttled to Chicago for this training. He was originally in Field Services and these dudes are the "sales" people. We were training in Survey Services (Executive Analyst) and we were not selling services.

We get to "class" and I end up sitting in the back. I meet the dude next to me. He seems okay and we do lunch together. The training was a bit much. We went over the forms we had to fill out, and filled them out, those that were in the packet I received at the hotel. Our instructor, Diane Gill, was from the south and had a folksy charm about her. She started the teaching after we introduced ourselves to each other.

After class, I made dinner plans with they guy next to me, Bill, and Bruce from Dallas. The three of us hit the Spaghetti Warehouse, which was one of two restaurants beside the La Quinta. We each had a drink and then started to talk. The other two guys were divorce. Bruce's story was very poignant given he felt he had grown apart from his wife and they had two children that he loved dearly.

Bill's story was just too weird. I mean he was telling us about how he discovered that his wife was having an affair with a cop. He fished a used condom out of the garbage and confronted his wife with it. My "strange" detector started to flash. I just met you dude, that was WAY too much information. I mean, we divorced as she was cheating on me would have sufficed. No, we get details like the soiled condom, soiled by somebody other than he. I am now wondering if he examined the contents, but that is a story for another day.

I felt so out of it as I had a young child at home and was still married. The funny thing is that Bruce is a great guy and I have kept in touch with him, though it is not the easiest thing. He did remarry in April and I am happy for him. He is also a big Mavericks fan, so I am glad his team is doing as well as it is. Bill, on the other hand, was like a fish out of water, and those comments sort of pointed it out.

A couple of evenings later, the Friday, a bunch of us (at least 12) met at the Spaghetti Warehouse for another dinner. Bruce, who wears glasses, did not make it as his glasses broke and he had to go to Lenscrafters to get a new pair. I ended up sitting across from a lovely Southern Belle and the conversation was fun with Bill at the other side of the table. I would later find out that he told that story (soiled condom) to anybody who would listen. Odd but true.

That is all for this post. Ciao.