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Jul. 19th, 2013 09:27 pmI just got back from my first down and back trip to New York for a firm visit. It is a million degrees in my apartment.
I managed to get a carpool together for the trip, but there is a flaw in my plan. The fellow student who volunteered to drive...is that douchebag on the highway who comes right up on your bumper until you are so frightened you change lanes to get out of his way. The only reason we only ever got up to 87 was traffic. He would have gone faster if he could have. He talks on the phone while he drives. He texts while he drives. He snapchats while he drives. I AM NOT GETTING BACK IN THAT CAR.
I'm still really opposed to doing all this travel on the bus; we were stuck in solid traffic from New York all the way to Hartford on the way back, which is tolerable with a bunch of classmates and completely intolerable on the bus.
So I am looking at Amtrak for the future trips. It is possible to get $49 tickets a few weeks out. Only problem is only one other firm has sent us details. So I could guess when I will need to be around and buy cheap tickets. Or I could wait until they tell me and buy tickets for twice as much. ARGH. SEND US DETAILS, FIRMS.
Meanwhile, PwC took us all bowling at Frames, which has gone more upscale since the last time I was there. This plan required them to buy socks for all the women. If you've never seen a bunch of nervous, tired people in business suits (and skirts) bowl while drinking beer from a tower, you've never lived.
Also, being back in New York was very weird. Cause it made this whole Boston thing seem like a vacation. Like, oh! I'm home now. This is where I'm supposed to be. Oh, wait, I have to get in a car and go back to Boston? $&*#
I managed to get a carpool together for the trip, but there is a flaw in my plan. The fellow student who volunteered to drive...is that douchebag on the highway who comes right up on your bumper until you are so frightened you change lanes to get out of his way. The only reason we only ever got up to 87 was traffic. He would have gone faster if he could have. He talks on the phone while he drives. He texts while he drives. He snapchats while he drives. I AM NOT GETTING BACK IN THAT CAR.
I'm still really opposed to doing all this travel on the bus; we were stuck in solid traffic from New York all the way to Hartford on the way back, which is tolerable with a bunch of classmates and completely intolerable on the bus.
So I am looking at Amtrak for the future trips. It is possible to get $49 tickets a few weeks out. Only problem is only one other firm has sent us details. So I could guess when I will need to be around and buy cheap tickets. Or I could wait until they tell me and buy tickets for twice as much. ARGH. SEND US DETAILS, FIRMS.
Meanwhile, PwC took us all bowling at Frames, which has gone more upscale since the last time I was there. This plan required them to buy socks for all the women. If you've never seen a bunch of nervous, tired people in business suits (and skirts) bowl while drinking beer from a tower, you've never lived.
Also, being back in New York was very weird. Cause it made this whole Boston thing seem like a vacation. Like, oh! I'm home now. This is where I'm supposed to be. Oh, wait, I have to get in a car and go back to Boston? $&*#