I usually keep my cool in airports. I mean, I’ve done a lot of traveling in the past few years and I’ve my share of things that go wrong.
I’ve had canceled flights, flights that turn around minutes after take-off for repair, long delays, and lost bags. Most of the time I just roll with it.
I guess it’s mostly because I realize that usually I have no control over what’s happening but what I can control is how I react to it. And often, the people I’m dealing with aren’t those responsible for my situation. For example, it’s not the gate agent’s fault that a plane has a mechanical problem. Why take out anything on the agent?
But yesterday I about lost it. I’m not proud of it, but it was probably the most anger I’ve had at the airport — at least in a long time.
We booked our flight on Orbitz and found a good deal on a round trip that had us on United and “co-chaired” with US Air. On our way out we checked in and flew on United. So when it was time to return we stood in the LONG United line.
It was early in the morning and I only had about 90 minutes of sleep the night before. And I was hot. Hot, tired, and probably could have used another cup of coffee by then.
When we got to the kiosk to check-in, we were locked out and told to go to US Air. We confirmed this with the agent and manager after some, uh, not-so-subtle annoyed verbal and facial expressions. What made it worse is that we could see our flight number and everything on the board. “That’s our flight right there! Let us check-in!”
So we had to lug everything out of line to US Air. Even though it was across the airport, it wasn’t a far walk and the line was very short. That agent told us United forgot to open that ticket or something so we could check in either place.
The Virginia Tech Athletic Department announced that all Hokie jerseys will have this patch for the 07-08 athletic seasons in remembrance of the April massacre.
The tribute ribbon will appear on athletes’ jerseys as an inspiration and celebration of the victims’ lives and the unforgettable mark they left on the Virginia Tech community, the nation and the world.
People with thousands of friends are called “whales” by Facebook employees. Only a small percentage of their user base has more than 1,000 friends.
And how big can a whale get?
There is a limit to the number of friends you can have: 5,000. This is there because of technical limitations. After you reach 5,000 you have to remove someone before you can add someone else as a friend.
I’m pushing 200 so what does that make me? A dolphin? Tuna? Snook?
And just like that and our National Staff Conference is over for us.
CSU was great. It was full and busy and it wasn’t as restful as we’d hoped (though Patricia caught a little shut-eye this morning in a hangout room on campus), but great nonetheless. I’m looking forward to getting the mp3s of some of the presentations so I can digest them better.
Ever been somewhere and as you reflect it seems like a blur? That’s how I’m feeling right now. It’s just after midnight and in 5 hours we drive to Denver to catch a flight to Orlando. Friday we leave at 5:30 AM to catch a flight to Puerto Rico for Patricia’s sister Anita’s wedding.
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This is quite interesting in that the previous entry you were pondering antibiotics while waiting for a table. Were you waiting to eat the buffalo? Does it taste like chicken?.
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I’ve never seen a live cougar (aka mountain lion) before but apparently one has been around the area we’re staying in at the Snow Mountain Ranch. We know because there are signs all around telling us about the cougar.
I figured out a way to catch him. There’s a tennis court a with 10-feet tall fence around it. So I figured I’d get a whole rotisserie chicken and put it in the middle of the court at night. Leave one gate open so he’d go in. Then close the gate and we’ve caught a cougar.
Then we realized that wasn’t a good plan. Not because it’s dangerous, but we don’t know if a cougar prefers lemon pepper rotisserie chicken or cajun flavor.