Day Four: It's a good thing I don't have a gun.

I check my bank balance early this morning. Checks are starting to hit, and I'm in the hole $271. I learn how to do three-way calling with my cell phone, and get the bank and hotel to talk to one another to release the hold. And the bank is kind enough to make sure that my checks aren't bounced.

Back at the warehouse, conversion is complete, sorta. The stores did their sales on both the old and new systems. But tickets for delivery were forgotten or ignored on the new, and there are 15 sales not scheduled for tomorrow's deliveries. Plus, we still have inventory problems. The decision is to ignore the differences. When they can't find the exact item, they'll use whatever is the closest match. The promise is that all new merchandise will be right; they'll just suffer through the old stuff until it's gone.

After all is said and done, everyone gives glowing reports about the conversion. I don't, but since I'm not supposed to give a report, no one asks my opinion. And the warehouse people lie through their teeth, and say how much they love it, despite the extra work it causes.

It's now 1pm. "Hey, Tom. Do you want to try to get out tonight?"

Asshole. "Sure, let me see what I can do with my ticket." There are seats available, so we race to the hotel to check out, two hours after normal checkout times. And to change my flight, I pay an additional $138 in change fees and airfare rates, which comes immediately out of my bank account. This will put me in the hole, unless I get reimbursed ASAP when I get to the office.

Boston's Logan Airport is the crappiest airport I've ever been to. The guy in front of me at security is the lucky recipient of a full search. He's made to stand in a Plexiglas booth, while they search his luggage, clothes and shoes. He shows up at the gate about 45 minutes later. I'm guessing from the look on his face that he got the cavity search, too.

At BWI, there are shops and food places after you pass security. At Boston, there is one food stand. Sandwiches start at $5. Sodas were $2, and a bottle of water was $1. I think the company that ran the stand was the same company that wanted to charge me $1.50 for the bottle of water in my hotel room.

I chant my mantra the entire flight: "Trust No One."