islandcub
Jun 6, 00, 3:57 pm
Well, I exaggerate a little.
Friday June 2, 2000
The alarm goes off at 5:00 am. In my groggy state, I turn it off and go back to bed.
Aaaaah! I woke up at 5:30 and realized my flight is leaving in 45 minutes. I ran through the shower, got dressed (thank heavens I'd picked out my clothes for the next day while packing my suitcase and laptop case!), called for the taxi while pulling on my shoes, and ran to the lobby of the apartment building.
No taxi. At least I had time for a little "aromatherapy". Unfortunately, even by the time I finished the therapy, no taxi. I contemplated calling back, and knew that with my luck, the driver would show up, wait less than the 5 minutes he's supposed to, and leave, so I lit another therapy stick, which did the trick. Off to the airport!
AC8838 YYG-YHZ 0615-0655 seat 8B Dash 8-300
I got to the airport at, oh, 6:00. I checked in and asked to be put on the upgrade list for YHZ-YOW, then went through security and straight out to the plane. There were still stragglers who were too busy chatting in the departures area to get on on time, so I was saved from the glares of other passengers. The flight was half-full and not particularly noteworthy.
On arrival in Halifax I invited a co-worker who was also on the flight in with me to the Maple Leaf Lounge, where I chugged a large orange juice. I also checked about my upgrade; hmm, seems the request wasn't in the computer system. Oh, well, I chalked it up to the early hour, got my upgrade confirmed, and headed back downstairs for another cigarette.
AC613 HFX-YOW 0800-0842 seat 2D DC-9
Up, up, and away! Business was full, and the back probably 3/4 full. Breakfast was a choice of mushroom omelet with diced ham, hash browns, a roll, fruit, and juice or the "continental" breakfast of cereal, yogourt, fruit, and juice. Everybody I could see had the hot breakfast since everything in the cold one was available in the MLL, which made me wonder why they offered it at all. There was a cold white roll on my plate, but I took a chocolate croissant from the proffered basket instead, ignoring the raisin scones. Mmm, chocolate for breakfast! If they'd had Cocoa Frosted Flakes in the cold breakfast, I'd have had it instead.
The flight was a little late leaving, but arrived on time. However, the bags took forever to come out, so I didn't leave the airport until after 9 am. Into a taxi, and I asked the driver to take me to our new downtown office. He asked me how I wanted to get there, and I told him whichever way was the fastest. For some reason, he went to the corner down the one-way street from the office and said I should walk, rather than going down the cross-street ahead of the office and turning. *sigh*
Work was swell, it was great, I had lots of things on my plate...uh, ignore that. We went to Festival Japan for lunch (somewhere downtown Ottawa, in the business hotel district). Somebody had booked us a tatami room, but the 9 of us were very packed into there. There was seating for 10 people, but I honestly think that even 10 typically Asian-sized people would have felt cramped. And hot. Nevertheless, the food was good (I had the tempura udon noodle soup).
We were done work by 4pm, but I was unable to contact my ride out to the country for a group weekend getaway (I'd given him our fax number instead of our phone number; he had disconnected his answering machine), so I went shopping and then got back to the office at 5pm, at which time I finally reached him and arranged for pickup. He pulled up 20 minutes later and I was off to live the life of a country squire in Rockport, Ontario.
More tomorrow!
Friday June 2, 2000
The alarm goes off at 5:00 am. In my groggy state, I turn it off and go back to bed.
Aaaaah! I woke up at 5:30 and realized my flight is leaving in 45 minutes. I ran through the shower, got dressed (thank heavens I'd picked out my clothes for the next day while packing my suitcase and laptop case!), called for the taxi while pulling on my shoes, and ran to the lobby of the apartment building.
No taxi. At least I had time for a little "aromatherapy". Unfortunately, even by the time I finished the therapy, no taxi. I contemplated calling back, and knew that with my luck, the driver would show up, wait less than the 5 minutes he's supposed to, and leave, so I lit another therapy stick, which did the trick. Off to the airport!
AC8838 YYG-YHZ 0615-0655 seat 8B Dash 8-300
I got to the airport at, oh, 6:00. I checked in and asked to be put on the upgrade list for YHZ-YOW, then went through security and straight out to the plane. There were still stragglers who were too busy chatting in the departures area to get on on time, so I was saved from the glares of other passengers. The flight was half-full and not particularly noteworthy.
On arrival in Halifax I invited a co-worker who was also on the flight in with me to the Maple Leaf Lounge, where I chugged a large orange juice. I also checked about my upgrade; hmm, seems the request wasn't in the computer system. Oh, well, I chalked it up to the early hour, got my upgrade confirmed, and headed back downstairs for another cigarette.
AC613 HFX-YOW 0800-0842 seat 2D DC-9
Up, up, and away! Business was full, and the back probably 3/4 full. Breakfast was a choice of mushroom omelet with diced ham, hash browns, a roll, fruit, and juice or the "continental" breakfast of cereal, yogourt, fruit, and juice. Everybody I could see had the hot breakfast since everything in the cold one was available in the MLL, which made me wonder why they offered it at all. There was a cold white roll on my plate, but I took a chocolate croissant from the proffered basket instead, ignoring the raisin scones. Mmm, chocolate for breakfast! If they'd had Cocoa Frosted Flakes in the cold breakfast, I'd have had it instead.
The flight was a little late leaving, but arrived on time. However, the bags took forever to come out, so I didn't leave the airport until after 9 am. Into a taxi, and I asked the driver to take me to our new downtown office. He asked me how I wanted to get there, and I told him whichever way was the fastest. For some reason, he went to the corner down the one-way street from the office and said I should walk, rather than going down the cross-street ahead of the office and turning. *sigh*
Work was swell, it was great, I had lots of things on my plate...uh, ignore that. We went to Festival Japan for lunch (somewhere downtown Ottawa, in the business hotel district). Somebody had booked us a tatami room, but the 9 of us were very packed into there. There was seating for 10 people, but I honestly think that even 10 typically Asian-sized people would have felt cramped. And hot. Nevertheless, the food was good (I had the tempura udon noodle soup).
We were done work by 4pm, but I was unable to contact my ride out to the country for a group weekend getaway (I'd given him our fax number instead of our phone number; he had disconnected his answering machine), so I went shopping and then got back to the office at 5pm, at which time I finally reached him and arranged for pickup. He pulled up 20 minutes later and I was off to live the life of a country squire in Rockport, Ontario.
More tomorrow!