One summer, the tyrant of a boss whisked me offsite to work with another field office's personnel. Which really amounted to my being locked in a hotel for a week with nothing to do but program - and not getting overtime for all the hours.

The most memorable thing was that there was an earthquake (in Indiana) that I felt. The same quake cracked the floor-length mirror in Indiana's oldest bar - The Knickerbocker - 100 miles away.