“On the corner of main street, just tryin' to keep it in line ...”
My brain has just about caught up with the rest of me, I think.
Of my last four trips that involved airplanes and cross time zone traffic, only in one case did the schedule include some extra time off between racing through terminals and getting to work. Instead of taking the rest of the day to shake off jet lag, I usually went in straight to work.
My first few trips even involved me coming back in on the 1 p.m. flight and being at work by 1:30 p.m., Mountain Time of course. The math adds up, I can personally vouch for that, but it also proves my belief that just because something is logical and technically sound, it doesn’t mean that it’s a sane course of action.
In my most recent trip, I charted the same sleep-depriving course I usually do. I did opt for the 10 a.m. arrival, which was for the best since the flight was delayed not quite an hour and a half. From what I understand there was a technical problem that was discovered early on, I was warned about the delay when first checking in around 5 a.m. in the morning, Central Time. After the necessary mechanics were addressed, however, there was an additional delay in getting people to sign off on the handiwork. The flight attendant/stewardess/lady on the plane described it as a “mechanical paperwork” issue.
Anyway, I made it through that day and the rest of the short work week relatively unscathed. I’m largely caught back up on my sleep though my eating schedule is still out of whack and I’m surrounded by stacks of unsorted books.
Before the week is out it is my plant to jot down a list of the trip’s highlights, most likely in truncated, bulletpoint form. It won’t be too complicated or lengthy, but I hope it will help me restart the posting thing.
Granted, no one is really still reading this, but it’s a goal that’s important to me. On my personal to do list it ranks higher than “go skydiving” but less than “picking up last week’s check and going grocery shopping.” Also, it apparently slightly outranks “finish unpacking” and “read 40-odd books that are new or that I haven’t seen in nearly two years.” I’ve already chewed through four tomes this weekend, but only one was over 200 pages.
So all in all, I’m personally just about “recovered” from my vacation in time to be ready to start work again.
And in just over a month I’ll be doing it all over again, including the part about taking the 10 a.m. plane out to be at work by midday.
I’m sure it will be alright. The numbers crunch out and I even pick up an hour just west of Texas. I guess it’s a good thing that I really don’t sleep anyway.
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