This morning I’m traveling to Perth, Australia for the start of the AUSOUG Conference Series. The thought of 19 hours in a plane is not exactly thrilling, especially after the turbulence during my last flight, but I can manage that sort of stress, just about.
In an attempt to be efficient I completed the online check-in and all looked good. Then the taxi was 20 minutes late (stress +1). I got to the airport and dropped of my bag and went to security, where I was turned away because of a duplicate seat allocation (stress +1). I went back to the check-in desk, where they found no such problem, but printed new tickets for me. I got through security the second time, then was told the plane was delayed by about 30 minutes, which has now become 40 minutes and counting. So I’ve got about 9 hours until I know if I will make my connection (stress +lots).
This international travel is a pain in the <insert word of your choice>!
Cheers
Tim…
Update: The seat was double booked, despite what the check-in desk said. Luckily there were spaces on the plane. I guess it makes sense to board early because it seems like the person sitting down is the person in control.
I made it on to the second leg OK. I was between a couple, so I got to snag an aisle seat which was lucky.
So I’m here in Perth…
Hi Tim,
Ouch! Yeah, travel is ONE thing that I no longer miss since starting a long term position. It is nice to have a short 7 mile commute to the office that takes only 15 minutes instead of the long hours spent in airports and long flights in the past.
Cheers,
Ben
But Perth…we’re “just around the corner” 🙂
Connor: So I expect to see you at UKOUG then. It’s only round the corner! 🙂
Cheers
Tim…
Connor: So I expect to see you at UKOUG then. It’s only round the corner! 🙂
But you will – year after year!
… and with a lot less whining 😉
After 12 round-world trips and two very close calls – one in in the US, the other Australian – back in the 80s and early 90s, decided to call it quits.
Only in emergencies, otherwise I just don’t fly.
Too close for comfort, literally:
I am incredibly claustrophobic and the sardine can interior of most coach classes nowadays just drives me crazy…