I'm sitting here in the Salt Lake City Airport, waiting for stuff to open, and blogging. Why I am I blogging in the SLC International Airport? Because I missed my flight. How did I, the Queen of Never Being Too Late to Anything, miss my flight, you ask? That's a very good question, but it involves a number of factors.
Factor number 1) I did my laundry way to late last night, in the building's laundromat. I know, I vowed to never use those dryers again, but I simply didn't want to go out and do it. I was tired. So sue me.
Unfortunately, this meant I couldn't 100% pack last night, because everything was still damp (lesson learned). Also, because it was late, I was up until almost 2AM finishing stuff up.
Factor number 2) The flight was at 7:10 in the morning. If you've stayed up until almost 2, and then realize you have to get up at 5 in order to make it on time with everything you have left to do, you will wake up at almost 6.
Factor number 3) This one is simply not my fault. I still had just enough time to make it. Just barely. But I couldn't find the terminal for ticketing. So I asked a guy at the information desk.
For reasons yet unexplained he said "You want to take a right out of here and head down to International Arrivals and Departures. It sounds weird, but that's where it is."
What a jerk. I walked all the way over, and then I was stuck. It obviously wasn't there, so I ran all the way back with a full suitcase (it's a carry-on. Don't look at me like that!) and my laptop bag while wearing a wool vest and long wool coat.
In case you were wondering, running in this much wool will make you sweat uncontrollably.
So now I'm going to be late for the reception.
Fortunately, I'm flying US Airways. Here's a totally shameless bit of free advertising for them, because they rock. US Airways doesn't charge you to change your flight. Yup. That's right. You can show up late, it can totally be your fault, and they won't charge you.
After all that crazy, this totally made my day. Thanks, guys! Thanks wonderful lady at the ticketing desk! You've staved off a meltdown, saved the day, and I'm still going to make it to Minnesota for Emily's reception!
Now I'm going to go have a little nap before my flight so I don't need to caffeinate and get more high-strung than I am.
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Saturday, February 5, 2011
Thursday, July 29, 2010
Me vs. Spinning Rainbow of Death
Today was a lesson in futility. I've spent hours and hours this week staring at the computer screen, daring it to defy me (which it has. Repeatedly.) only to have my desire for productivity dashed.
Let me back up a bit. I should explain how this battle began, because it's obvious you know nothing of what has been going on this week.
It started on Monday. Monday was nice. Nothing going on, nothing really to do. My Institute class was rescheduled for the next day, and my Videography class was canceled due to an air conditioning problem (you do not want to be stuck in a Salt Lake City studio with no air conditioning in July). Monday was a nice relaxed day.
That should have been my first clue. Mondays are never nice, unless Monday knows that the rest of the week is planning a series of really mean pranks that will leave me sobbing in a fetal position come the weekend.
Tuesday started with Institute. I was ready, and it all went downhill from there. I n discovered that I would have to take all new pictures for my photography portfolio. Oh well. I like taking pictures. Pictures are fun. Driving in the city, however, is not.
Utah is filled with many nice people. Those nice people are not, necessarily, good drivers. There's a huge difference. After fighting my way through crazy, rude drivers to Park City to see my chiropractor (went very well. Only high spot in a series of lows), I had only a short visit before I had to drive back through these drivers. I made it in one piece.
Wednesday, I awoke with a nasty headache. I get cluster headaches, and most days I get them about 4:30, maybe 5:00 in the evening. Today I woke up with it. This bodes for a medicated day of angry pain poking me in the back of the eyeballs. Now, all I wanted to do was knit. Too bad. Stuff to do. As usual.
Come Videography I, I was in so much pain from my headache, sick from not eating most of the day, and annoyed by the constant ringing of my phone. I couldn't focus. I was ready to scream. Then I remembered I had to return stuff to the library. I was dutiful. No more fines.
This morning, my headache was back. I was tired, sluggish, and in a really bad mood. I had to get myself to the editing room. My group member, Walter, and I should have gotten the entire film blocked out, with the detail editing able to be finished tomorrow.
We spent five hours importing.
It wasn't like we wanted to. Macs are a pain in the tush, and I know a lot of Mac lovers! I really don't understand them! I spent most of that time battling the Spinning Rainbow of Death. Half of the film was refusing to import, the other half was terrible (thanks, group member. It's not hard to check out a tripod). I still have to use the terrible half. And they wonder why I'm such a control freak about this stuff.
But it's raining. I'm going home. I'm going to try and figure out this stupid import problem while I watch Midsomer Murders and plan the remake of the Eyelet Blouse.
The week still has a day. I think I can survive until, then, but if not, I leave all my yarn to my sister Erin. Erin, if you want more socks, I think you could make them yourself.
Let me back up a bit. I should explain how this battle began, because it's obvious you know nothing of what has been going on this week.
It started on Monday. Monday was nice. Nothing going on, nothing really to do. My Institute class was rescheduled for the next day, and my Videography class was canceled due to an air conditioning problem (you do not want to be stuck in a Salt Lake City studio with no air conditioning in July). Monday was a nice relaxed day.
That should have been my first clue. Mondays are never nice, unless Monday knows that the rest of the week is planning a series of really mean pranks that will leave me sobbing in a fetal position come the weekend.
Tuesday started with Institute. I was ready, and it all went downhill from there. I n discovered that I would have to take all new pictures for my photography portfolio. Oh well. I like taking pictures. Pictures are fun. Driving in the city, however, is not.
Utah is filled with many nice people. Those nice people are not, necessarily, good drivers. There's a huge difference. After fighting my way through crazy, rude drivers to Park City to see my chiropractor (went very well. Only high spot in a series of lows), I had only a short visit before I had to drive back through these drivers. I made it in one piece.
Wednesday, I awoke with a nasty headache. I get cluster headaches, and most days I get them about 4:30, maybe 5:00 in the evening. Today I woke up with it. This bodes for a medicated day of angry pain poking me in the back of the eyeballs. Now, all I wanted to do was knit. Too bad. Stuff to do. As usual.
Come Videography I, I was in so much pain from my headache, sick from not eating most of the day, and annoyed by the constant ringing of my phone. I couldn't focus. I was ready to scream. Then I remembered I had to return stuff to the library. I was dutiful. No more fines.
This morning, my headache was back. I was tired, sluggish, and in a really bad mood. I had to get myself to the editing room. My group member, Walter, and I should have gotten the entire film blocked out, with the detail editing able to be finished tomorrow.
We spent five hours importing.
It wasn't like we wanted to. Macs are a pain in the tush, and I know a lot of Mac lovers! I really don't understand them! I spent most of that time battling the Spinning Rainbow of Death. Half of the film was refusing to import, the other half was terrible (thanks, group member. It's not hard to check out a tripod). I still have to use the terrible half. And they wonder why I'm such a control freak about this stuff.
But it's raining. I'm going home. I'm going to try and figure out this stupid import problem while I watch Midsomer Murders and plan the remake of the Eyelet Blouse.
The week still has a day. I think I can survive until, then, but if not, I leave all my yarn to my sister Erin. Erin, if you want more socks, I think you could make them yourself.
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