How to tell you're having a bad business trip:

You gave yourself two hours extra to get there. Your flight ends up three hours late.

Spring just started, and it is sleeting and snowing kinda bad.

The customer started his migration work without you.

You told him ahead of time to make sure he had the right software for the upgrade, and who to get it from.

He doesn't have the right software for the upgrade.

He does everything out of order, which scares the hell out of you.

The backup copy of the software on your laptop is corrupt.

The backup backup copy of the software is on an FTP site.

The customer can't FTP to the outside world.

After the host is up and running again, you ask the DBA to check the databases. He says "This doesn't look good..."

You call the hotel nearby to ask if they had rooms. They do.

You walk two blocks through freezing snow to the hotel.

They don't.

You call the other hotel to see if you can get your reservations transferred.

You can't.

You call a taxi to take you to the other hotel.

The taxi says "RAPIDO!" on the side.

The driver misses the interstate exit for the other hotel, and PUTS THE CAR IN REVERSE TO BACK UP TO IT.

You run into a bunch of Japanese stewardesses at the hotel. They're checking out.

The Harlem Globetrotters are checking in.

All the hotel restaurants are closed, it's too late and snowy to find a place to eat.

You sit down at the bar, there are fourteen people and one bartender.

Twenty minutes later, you get your first drink.

You just met a new buddy at the bar. His drinking tab comes to $60+.

Your dinner consists of two rum and cokes and an orange Fanta.

You're writing this at 1:45 AM and you have to get up before 7.