So, like, that’s not how I planned it…
So life has been a bit hectic this week. Four full days of work with overtime (averaging 12 – 13 hours per day) and this weekend I’m going to a weekend workshop for the post graduate course I’m doing in another state. A really minor, fly in, fly out affair involving strict coordination of work finish times, flights, hotel reception closure and arriving in time to be bright and shiny at the seminir starting 8:30am tomorrow morning.
So I sort of finished work on time. I left work an hour early to go on the petshop run, aiming to spend 1 hr there, then get home on time, change and dash to the airport. Luckily for me the petshop staff are not brightest and I went overtime, then got stuck in the closing time exodus from the car park. Got home late. Trip to the airport was ok. Then I try to check in and the self check-in allocates me an exit row seat, but no boarding pass because I must speak to the service desk first. Line up for the service desk in specified line (ticket says “You must attend Service Desk 13 or 14 for assistance). Security manager informs me that I must move as I am not entitled to be in this line, sigh and joint the end of the line of about 50 people. While surveying the slow moving surroundings, discover that my flight is already delayed by 30 mins due to some airport controlling kerfuffle where planes are not allowed to land at the designated times and so everyone is delayed. W00t. Flight wont leave til 8:30pm, land 10pm in strange city to hire a car, then drive to hotel and get there before 11pm. Cutting it fine DangerMouse!
So taking advantage of the tiny laptop and phone with interwebs, I do some work and send important emails. Then the PA announces that due to electrical activity within 5 nautical miles, the airport is currently closed to all air traffic and all planes are grounded until further notice. Yipeeee! Use said interwebs to find details of hotel, sweetly explain to reception staff that its, you know, like, gonna be late – they’re going to leave the key out. So now, I sit here doing the geeky equivalent of twiddling my thumbs – typing a blog in the airport waiting lounge on my laptop while people eye me up like I might be important. Oh, but I am 
