Misled

I had people yesterday telling me they thougtht I might have strep or bronchitis. I was thinking hantavirus since we'd gone to New Mexico to help the mother-in-law unit with some yardwork over the weekend.

Went to the doctor. Strep? Negatory. Bronchitis? Nope. Flu? Nada.

A measly upper respiratory infection. I was sent on my way with a prescription for cough syrup with codeine and a note to get off work for yesterday and today.

I'm feeling somewhat better today, but not well enough to work.

Anyway, on to the tale of deception.

On my list of upcoming trips I had included a work trip to New York city, during which I'd hoped to meet the luminous Chelene in person. We were told last month that the summer meeting would happen in The Big Apple.

Last week we were polled for weekends we'd be available to make the trip. Once results were in, we were sent an email detailing the dates and location.

It's in Kennebunkport, Maine.

Don't get me wrong - I've heard Maine is beautiful, especially in August. But I seriously doubt there is a Century 21 in K'port. I've the right to be disappointed if you whet my appetite for filet mignon and then serve me lobster instead.