March 1, 2008
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Hectic times in Texas
A few of you who know me will know what this relates to. For the rest of you, I signed a Non-Disclosure Agreement, so I’m not going to broadcast anything here. However, I will make teh story seem as exciting and clandestine as possible.
Ok, so without going into too much detail, let me describe the other day. After working from 2300 to 0800, I got home, jumped in the car, and drove to the Philadelphia International Airport. I was running behind and I swear tat airport security is slow as hell. I’m pretty sure that even though security procedures have been increased, security personnel has not. Anyway, I got to my gate just in time…
To go and get some food for the flight before I had to board. I mean, I was looking at the line of people getting on the plane as I got my baked ziti and chicken parmesan. I swear to God that the girl behind the counter was slowest worker ever. I mean, she works in an airport. She should realize that people are always hurrying.
As I’m standing in line, I run into a few of the other people who are traveling for the same reason. On the other end of the flight, we would eventually grow to a group of 8. As soon as the plane door closed, a baby started crying. The good news is that it stopped after about 30 seconds. The bad news is that a woman two seats over pretty much talked the WHOLE flight. Fortunately, I bought tactical earplugs.
Arriving at the other end, we were shuttled to the Gaylord Texan Hotel, which is HUGE. The rooms were great, and the staff was wonderful. Everyone was extremely nice, which almost made me like Texas and/or Texans. Some of us in the group decided to grab some dinner in an hour (which would be 1730), and dispersed to our rooms.
I get to my room at 1630, unpack, set the alarm clock for 0600 the next day, put in for two wake-up calls (one for wake-up, and one for leaving the room), set up my computer, move the soap and shampoo to the the bath tub (they were on the sink), and prepare all of of my toiletries and underwear for the next morning.
It is now 1640, and I am bored. I somehow killed the next 50 minutes, had a great dinner, shared stories with other people there, and then returned to my room. By that time, aside from a short nap on the plane, I had been awake for about 26 hours.
The next morning, I woke up at 0440, over an hour before my alarm clocks, and I was unable to get back to sleep. I got up, dressed, read news stories online, and was out of the room by 0545. The breakfast buffet was $18, however, I it was really good, and at least I had time to enjoy it and read the newspaper. I then went to the thing that I was there for at 0845, and was done by 1130.
Another shuttle back to the airport (yes, in one day, out the next), and back to the airport. Security was considerably faster this time, and the plane ride was definitely quieter. I check no bags, so i was able to leave the airport immediately. I drove home though Philadelphia rush-hour traffic, and eventually got home at 2030. However, I had to be at work at 2200, so I didn’t dare fall asleep. Worked until 0800, and finally got home.
When I got home, I took care of a few things, made breakfast and went to bed at around noon. I didn’t wake up until 2330. So, I must have been exhausted. However, I felt good about what happened while I was there, so now I just have to wait two weeks to find out if it all pays off.
Black 6, out.
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