Here's the definition of irony:I flew into San Diego this past Monday on an "emergency" field service call.
I'm here all week, flying out first thing Saturday morning.
Every hotel for *miles* is booked solid.
I'm working 12-15hr days all week so far, so even if I had the money, I couldn't work up the energy to go deal with any of the SDCC insanity. Or the spillover insanity downtown.
What's REALLY ironic? This kind of thing happens to me ALL. THE. TIME. I got to San Diego last year *one week* after SDCC... and lived out here for *six months.*
If anyone needs me, I'll be over in the corner, quietly hating my life (or at least the Strange Luck part of it).
I'm here all week, flying out first thing Saturday morning.
Every hotel for *miles* is booked solid.
I'm working 12-15hr days all week so far, so even if I had the money, I couldn't work up the energy to go deal with any of the SDCC insanity. Or the spillover insanity downtown.
What's REALLY ironic? This kind of thing happens to me ALL. THE. TIME. I got to San Diego last year *one week* after SDCC... and lived out here for *six months.*
If anyone needs me, I'll be over in the corner, quietly hating my life (or at least the Strange Luck part of it).