Russian Gate Agent: “I have for good news travlers to Penn-SYL-vaNia, aircraft has taken off from D.C. and will be arriving by 11:40.
Me: Awesome, your screen still says we are leaving at 11:35.
Russian Gate Agent: “In soviet Russia, time fly you!”
Me: …
OK, so heres the scoop. My scheduled return from Greenville, SC was scheduled to start at 5:10pm allowing me to be home by 6:30pm. It’s currently about 9:38 and I’m not looking at being home any-time before 2am tomorrow… let’s take a look at how I got here. (Only because I’m bored, tired and really don’t feel like doing any actual work anymore.)
The second I get through security in Greenville (which took all of about 3 minutes), I hear an announcement that my flight (the only flight) to Philly has been canceled. Crap. The only thing to do, see what connections I can get… I manage to get a flight at 5:51 from Greenville to Charlotte, NC with a 7:30pm connection to Philadelphia. 5:51 becomes 7:15 very quickly, during which time the weather outside turned very… frightful. Of course, Greenville from Charlotte is about 17 minutes by air, which means if the weather is bad in Greenville, it is most likely bad in Charlotte too.
We finally make it onto the plane and take off. For some reason a 17 minute flight became a little over 30 minutes and we land and taxi all around Charlotte. From my tiny little window I could see the gate and plane I needed to be one exactly 10 minutes ago. We finally arrive at the gate, and I RUN, and I mean RUN to the other gate, which is in another terminal (of course). I arrive at the gate only to watch the flight pull away…
Now I’m faced with the decision to either stay the night in Charlotte or to try and get onto the 9:50 (which has become an 11:35). I decide to let that make my decision for me, if I can get a seat I’ll bear it out… if not, I take the earliest flight out in the morning and stay at the airport Sheraton (shudder).
I approach a lovely gate associate who takes 15 minutes of typing to tell me that he has a seat on the flight for me, but he can’t print a boarding pass. “It acts like its printing, but it jus dosn’t!” So he writes some info (i.e., the flight number and gate) on my other ticket and says that should do it… Frankly I don’t trust him. So I called US Airways and verified that I did infact have a seat on the flight, and I wandered up to another gate agent and had them print me a real live boarding pass. I like things I can hold…
That brings me to now… basically we are waiting for a plane from Regan National Airport to hopefully arrive here before 11:35 (which when I last checked, was not scheduled to happen).
Ah well… I’ll find someway to keep myself entertained…
Got a little surprise today when I checked into my hotel. Apparently my Firm and the hotel chain I frequent are having a little appreciation week. I was lucky enough to book a stay at this particular brand on this particular week and benefit!
I ended up with a supremely large room, fruit basket, bottled water, a luggage thing and the opportunity to earn double points the rest of the year. Not bad for doing something I was going to do already.
On another note, this past weekend was supremely awesome in its own right. The bike race on Sunday was not to be believed. I’ve never seen that many people, that drunk standing next to that many cops cheering for that many cyclists. It was pretty awesome. Oh and running into kids you graduated high school with but haven’t seen in six years is fun too. Especially when you are out partying.
Watching the races also made me that much more excited to go see the Tour de France this summer. I’ve come to realize there truly is nothing stopping anyone from taking their road bike and just hoping onto the course, jumping in with the pack (if you can keep up) and essentially joining the race. I swear I saw one guy do it this weekend.
Yesterday was totally worth waking up at 8am for.
No. Not SPAM. I’m talking about the real life in your physical mailbox kind.
I seem to get an awful lot of it compared to my roommate, and it mostly focuses on credit card offers and car insurance quotes. For the month of June I propose a test. Instead of shredding into oblivion each little piece of marketing material that comes my way, I’m going to save it. And, at the end of the month, I’ll count it up and see where I stand.
I’m not sure what sort of conclusion this will yield, or if there is really any point to it… but its a Thursday night and I’m bored people.
The Rob & Big Show has been brought to my attention as quite possibly one of the greatest shows on television. I base this solely on the fact that they purchased a mini-horse to keep in their downtown Hollywood home. Amazing.
See the episode here.
Just arrived back after traveling to Indianapolis for work. Let me tell you; not much of anything there.
Our adventure started on the third smallest plane I have ever been on, but it was fairly empty so I was able to spread out a bit. At some point during the flight the person I was traveling with passes me a note. The note read, “The guy in the seat adjacent to you is watching porn.” So I of course take a peak over. Yup. Watching porn. On the plane. Who does that. Now… we later determined that the kind of porn he was watching was potentially illegal… no need to get into details, but lets just say you go to jail in these 50 United States for that type of stuff.
Segway from there, I’m not sure what it was, I guess they were having an off week, but for a “Mid-Western city” the people in Indy sure weren’t friendly. We got yelled at on the road, people at food establishments weren’t very service oriented etc… Maybe it had something to do with being from the east that threw them… didn’t seem to take kindly to our kind.
The nicest person in the whole city was a lady we met while vising one of the sites… she was from New Jersey.
Went down to Delaware this past Tuesday to see the rocket summer, boys like girls and hellogoodbye perform. During the performance I was reminded of one of the many things at concerts that really annoys me… before we get to that lets step aside to the following…
Have you ever been on YouTube looking for a music video for (insert favorite artist here)? If you notice, as you are looking for that video, there are 4,000 other videos created by fans of live performances by said artist. Most of these videos are just awful… voice dosn’t sync to sound, too far away, too dark… the list goes on.
Back to this past Tuesday… I have now met these people who put awful music videos up on YouTube. They were standing in front of me at the hellogoodbye concert. Instead of just enjoying the show and looking at the stage like everyone else, these girls were holding up their cammeras watching the show on their tiny 1.3 inch LCD screens. Trying “oh so hard” to get the perfect shot so they can place it up on YouTube. This boggled my mind… Why ruin a perfectly good show by spending your own hard earned money to stand there, very still, not making an extra sound or movement so you can record the show for others to watch in really really poor quality?