So SF leaves work today a bit before 5, and when I get to my room, look in my purse (it's a European carry-all) and the document I printed off is not there. I am lucky to live 2 minutes from the office. The guard at the front gate will me in with my shorts and Arsenal shirt so I call the Trangslator who rescues me. While waiting to speak with her, someone I do not even know offers to clear me with security. This person was kind enough to notice that I may need assistance and offer to help. He must have seen me in the building or may have been in one of the meetings I attended.
I am getting together with Mr. Oracle Singapore 2010 sometime this evening. The Horison prides itself on an eclectic room service menu. So I guess a burger and club sandwich are now "eclectic". That's all they have!
They have 2 restaurants in the Hotel as well, a high-end traditional and one with more western fare. So you turn left out of the 2nd floor elevator for the local experience and right for the foreign... both actually the same restaurant. One is brought 2 menus when sitting down. I am not sure but I bet my ST knows why they insist on playing soft music in the public areas of so many hotels. Is this supposed to be soothing? They are always at just the right volume annoying, but not loud enough that one can make out anything. Is it the ambiance? The repertoire of noise on the system at the Horison is a vast 4 songs I think.
So Hanoi-land is drawing to a close and it sure has been a carpet ride. I was never so busy so much of the time as I have been here. I sent email to 3 contacts at the World Bank asking for advice in whon to speak with in DC. I was told by Bank people that they know of no Oracle backend people at the Bank.
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