Getting it all down!! (and LAX)
I wrote several blog entries when I was internet-less. This is from Wednesday:
10/11 November 2004
LAX
It’s 1 AM. The airport people keep trying to tell me it’s 10 PM but I know better. I’ve been here an hour already. I have another hour to wait. I just finished “stage one” of the N6 tutorial, yet another one of my “to do”s that didn’t get “too done” before I left. There are four stages to the tutorial. I’m hoping to get through the rest of them this weekend, although I don’t know when or how. I don’t want to admit to Lyn and Tom that I’m clueless (again) about N6, but I also don’t want to show up unprepared on Monday, either. And time alone, to myself, may be hard to come by this weekend. And if I do come by it, will I want it? I’ll be in Australia! There’ll be other stuff to do.
I’m sitting on the floor. The only electrical outlet at this gate is against the windows and I’m freezing here. The computer has enough batteries but why waste them? And more importantly, my MP3 player needs all the charge it can get right now. Shortly, I need to peel off my contacts, wash my face, get ready for settle down for the looooong leg of this trip. I think the traveling is worse this time than last time. Maybe because I know what to expect and it’s not pretty. My flight to LA was completely full, but happily uneventful. I read, dozed, stared at the television screen, dozed again, read, stared, dozed... I kind of didn’t know whether to force myself awake (time was moving so slowly, though) in order to maximize my sleep on the way to Melbourne, or whether to get any sleep my body was ready to have. The woman next to me slept almost the entire way, but we chatted for the last hour. She works for Bank of America, was in Boston because of the recent Fleet merger, had never been in Boston before, has twins, 12 years old, a boy and a girl… She wished me a pleasant trip and said she hoped I had someone nice sitting next to me. No offense, I responded, but I hope I have no one at all sitting next to me. I desperately want to be able to stretch out.
I feel like I’ve been living in a daze since sometime last week. Maybe Thursday. This weekend flew by with the training and all. Monday was crazed at work. Tuesday, Advisory Board Meeting, and procrastinating on packing, and then today. I was in fatalistic “I’ll get there when I get there mode” from the moment I woke up. Luckily, the only thing I have botched so far is forgetting to pack a hat, and seriously short-shrifting Glen and me on the nice, leisurely breakfast I wanted to have.
Speaking of Glen, it was incredibly difficult to leave this morning. He’s been playing it very cool, but I choked up saying goodbye to him in Zathmary’s. It’s not that I’ve never gone on trips without him before, but this one was hard to do. Worse than ever before. Then again, this is for longer than ever before.
Glen had left me a funny voicemail when I landed here and turned my phone back on. “Welcome to Los Angeles International Airport. Local time is…really late. But call me anyway.” I called. Woke him up. I felt badly but I wanted to talk to him, so he mumbled at me in attempted conversation for three minutes, and then I let him go back to bed. More tearing up.
LAX is strange; the terminal at which we arrived was in a different building than the terminal from which I’ll be departing. I had to actually walk outside to go between buildings. And this, of course, meant going through security again.
In other news, Google Desktop Search finally proved useful for me. I realized, in-flight, that although Lyn had e-mailed me Tom’s cell phone and their home phone number, I hadn’t written them down anywhere. As soon as I booted up my computer, I searched “Lyn Richards phone” and up popped a cached version of that e-mail. Hooray. I wrote the numbers down on my itinerary-carrying envelope, just in case.
The woman sitting across from me is crocheting a sweater(?). She’s just started. It’s about two lines long. I wonder if she’ll have it done by the time we land?
Okay. Time to do on the ground bathroom things.
See you in Melbourne. Sleep well.
10/11 November 2004
LAX
It’s 1 AM. The airport people keep trying to tell me it’s 10 PM but I know better. I’ve been here an hour already. I have another hour to wait. I just finished “stage one” of the N6 tutorial, yet another one of my “to do”s that didn’t get “too done” before I left. There are four stages to the tutorial. I’m hoping to get through the rest of them this weekend, although I don’t know when or how. I don’t want to admit to Lyn and Tom that I’m clueless (again) about N6, but I also don’t want to show up unprepared on Monday, either. And time alone, to myself, may be hard to come by this weekend. And if I do come by it, will I want it? I’ll be in Australia! There’ll be other stuff to do.
I’m sitting on the floor. The only electrical outlet at this gate is against the windows and I’m freezing here. The computer has enough batteries but why waste them? And more importantly, my MP3 player needs all the charge it can get right now. Shortly, I need to peel off my contacts, wash my face, get ready for settle down for the looooong leg of this trip. I think the traveling is worse this time than last time. Maybe because I know what to expect and it’s not pretty. My flight to LA was completely full, but happily uneventful. I read, dozed, stared at the television screen, dozed again, read, stared, dozed... I kind of didn’t know whether to force myself awake (time was moving so slowly, though) in order to maximize my sleep on the way to Melbourne, or whether to get any sleep my body was ready to have. The woman next to me slept almost the entire way, but we chatted for the last hour. She works for Bank of America, was in Boston because of the recent Fleet merger, had never been in Boston before, has twins, 12 years old, a boy and a girl… She wished me a pleasant trip and said she hoped I had someone nice sitting next to me. No offense, I responded, but I hope I have no one at all sitting next to me. I desperately want to be able to stretch out.
I feel like I’ve been living in a daze since sometime last week. Maybe Thursday. This weekend flew by with the training and all. Monday was crazed at work. Tuesday, Advisory Board Meeting, and procrastinating on packing, and then today. I was in fatalistic “I’ll get there when I get there mode” from the moment I woke up. Luckily, the only thing I have botched so far is forgetting to pack a hat, and seriously short-shrifting Glen and me on the nice, leisurely breakfast I wanted to have.
Speaking of Glen, it was incredibly difficult to leave this morning. He’s been playing it very cool, but I choked up saying goodbye to him in Zathmary’s. It’s not that I’ve never gone on trips without him before, but this one was hard to do. Worse than ever before. Then again, this is for longer than ever before.
Glen had left me a funny voicemail when I landed here and turned my phone back on. “Welcome to Los Angeles International Airport. Local time is…really late. But call me anyway.” I called. Woke him up. I felt badly but I wanted to talk to him, so he mumbled at me in attempted conversation for three minutes, and then I let him go back to bed. More tearing up.
LAX is strange; the terminal at which we arrived was in a different building than the terminal from which I’ll be departing. I had to actually walk outside to go between buildings. And this, of course, meant going through security again.
In other news, Google Desktop Search finally proved useful for me. I realized, in-flight, that although Lyn had e-mailed me Tom’s cell phone and their home phone number, I hadn’t written them down anywhere. As soon as I booted up my computer, I searched “Lyn Richards phone” and up popped a cached version of that e-mail. Hooray. I wrote the numbers down on my itinerary-carrying envelope, just in case.
The woman sitting across from me is crocheting a sweater(?). She’s just started. It’s about two lines long. I wonder if she’ll have it done by the time we land?
Okay. Time to do on the ground bathroom things.
See you in Melbourne. Sleep well.
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