Archive for August, 2007

I got to go to Kansas City for an interview with Garmin this past Thursday. I don’t know how I did on the interview. I was not that nervous at first, but managed to make myself so as the interview went on. I guess I was not prepared for it, not that I really could have any expectation of the interview questions.

Anyway, Kansas City itself was nice. It was a big town with a small town feel, which I dig. Their barbeque was good, too. I went to Gates’ Barbeque and had some short ends. They were spicy and just the right texture.

Two other things: Flying Southwest Airlines is cheap, but the general seating is weird. You don’t get assigned seats, and you just sit wherever you want. However, they do still have zones: A, B, and C. I was “B” both ways, which meant that the “A’s” would get on and fill up the window and aisle seats and then B and C would have to ride bitch (which is what B stands for, I reckon). Also, I didn’t mind my flight into Kansas City airport, but I didn’t like flying out. The security was added well after the airport was built, methinks. It was a semicircle with the concourse about 50 feet wide. The gates were right there, separated by a partition that bisected the concourse about halfway. The problem was that all of the concessions were on the outside, and the airport security wouldn’t let you bring drinks through. So, in order to get a decent seat you had to get there early and stand in line in the “B” queue, but you had to do so without a bathroom or anything to drink. Good stuff. No, not really.

The other thing was someone gave me crap for stopping on an on-ramp. Normally, I don’t do that, but it was a short ramp, and two semis were gonna cream me if I pulled out in front of them. So, I slowed and ended up having to stop. The bastard behind me, I read his lips, “C’mon asshole!” And apparently he didn’t get over it well, because when he finally passed me a couple of miles later, the guy glared at me. So, I gave him a nice little gesture I picked up over in Italy, the “Cornuto”. I don’t think he understood, and probably thought I was saying “I Love You” or something. Not really. Nope.