Jul 09 2012
Manic Monday
I know most of you spend most of your time wishing you were Me, but today you would much prefer to be You.
I promise.
Here’s my unenviable schedule for today:
- 6 am: Get up. (Check! Up at 5:30 to discover that cats have broken one of my Elvis movie poster glasses. Bonus: water all over the place!)
- Get ready. Pack up car. Try not to forget anything. Say goodbye to kitties, assuming they aren’t out playing in the sunshine, which they almost certainly will be.
- Leave by 8:00 am for 45 minute drive to the jobette.
- 12:00 pm: Purchase forgotten items at lunch.
- 4:00 pm: leave work for 4 hour drive to San Francisco.
- Dinner somewhere along the way. I have a $28 travel day meal allowance, so I guess this means Chez Panisse is out.
- Park car somewhere at SFO. Drag Self and Stuff into terminal. Suffer usual indignities of having the temerity to travel. I am betting that I will be behind a couple of oldsters who have been living under a rock in one of the square states and has somehow managed never to have heard about the enforced shoe removal rule.
- Festina lente, as our Latin forebears would have it, though they couldn’t possibly have imagined waiting for a midnight flight to a place you don’t want to go to in the first (or second, or third) place.
- Hope the bar is still open.
- Terrifying transport to O’Hare, the busiest airport in the entire US of A, arriving at the unsalubrious hour of 6:20 am.
- Change planes, which will probably include changing terminals with my terminally sleep-deprived self.
- Somehow manage to arrive in Detroit at 9:40 am. Couldn’t I have gotten to Europe in all that time? Or at least Hawaii?
- Drop bags off at hotel, resist urge to leap into Lake Ontario, and head to a meeting at our as yet unseen (to me) office near the ballpark. Needless to say, it’s the All Star Break, so the proximity to the ballpark is completely useless. I am even more certain that the American League will win than I was about the airport oldsters.
- Meet with our lawyers. I imagine this will take my mind right off the impending trip home and the crown that is awaiting me if I am (un)lucky enough to survive the trip. Bonus!
Sounds like fun, doesn’t it?