The year I was first sent to the great State of Wisconsin on a business trip. The land of cheese and bratwurst, Brewers and Packers. The place where taxi drivers point out some of their most interesting tourist sites:
The sidewalk where Laverne and Shirley "schlemiel-schlamazeled" to the opening credits of their sitcom.
Mass-murderer Jeffrey Dahmer’s apartment.
The world's largest four-faced clock.
And here I am again; back in Milwaukee for the fourth time on another medical computer training course at GE.
Why the heck couldn’t their headquarters be in Florida? Or California? I mean, if I have to travel and subject myself to rigorous Security scans and Customs interrogations, why can’t it at least be to somewhere exotic?
Don’t get me wrong, Milwaukee is a nice town; my hotel room is fantastic (room service, a maid, two double beds and a honking huge HD widescreen LCD TV – with a remote control all to myself) but otherwise, I’ve been here, done that. In 1997, 1999 and now twice this year. It’s actually starting to feel like a second home, especially since the weather is just a tamed-down version of Winnipeg.
Yeah, it snowed. But really, it's kind of cute the reaction it caused... an inch of snow snarled up traffic for hours, closed all the schools and had the television reporters braving the “storm” out on the street, cautioning people not to go out of the house if at all possible.
So here I am, a Canuck stuck in Milwaukee. The weather makes it feels like home, but on the positive side, at least I have total control of a big honkin' TV for five days.
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