Los Angeles: Days 1 - 5

I sat in a conference room for 14 hours a day while staring out at the Santa Monica pier and the beautiful Pacific Ocean beyond.

I left my hotel once, and that was to pick up some Marmite in the little British district near 3rd Street Promenade. I only had 15 minutes.

Why is it that conferences are always held in places where the last thing you want to do is sit indoors all day? I propose all meetings be held in Lubbock.

Ironically, on the flight home I sat next to a career counselor. I meant to ask her if it's a bad sign when a company tortures you by gluing you to a boring conference right next to the beach. Instead, I accidentally sneezed on her, and she turned away and pretended to sleep for the rest of the trip.