  So I'm in Atlanta. Buckhead, specifically. Lots of cool bars, clubs, everything right fun right around the corner. I sit in my room blogging away. And a shitty room at that. Day one of three days of "training" is complete, including homework (seriously). It sucked, but it's far from the worst I've been to in my career. There's actually some really nice people here from within the firm. My roommate, whom I never even knew existed until I got roomed with him, is a very cool guy. I had dinner with a very nice girl from our legal practice in New York. Great conversationalist, but I guess that comes with our business. I've also been enjoying the company of the young girl I mentioned in a previous post that I'm travelling with. She's a sweetie, and it beats the hell out of not knowing anyone. It's somebody to have breakfast with and to sit around and laugh at all of the other douche bags in our training class.
All in all, I'm not a fan of Atlanta. I don't think the city has been enlightened to the concept of "customer service" yet. The attitudes of service workers, paritcularly the ones in this shitbag hotel, are a god damn joke. And I'm sure my firm is probably paying a shitload of money for the room, too. My biggest issue for this shithole of a town is how SSSSLLLLOOOOWWWWLLLLYYYY everyone moves.
"In a minute" down here means more like in fifteen minutes, after I get done doing whatever I'm doing, then bullshit with my friend for a few minutes, then do something else, then get around to helping you. And God forbid you should become impatient - then the attitude comes out. Losers. A. 
