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Ugh, I don't know what I ate, but it's definitely not agreeing with me. *clutches stomach* You know, this has gone on for weeks now, and it's only gotten bad yesterday. What's up with that?
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I got up a lot easier today. I went to sleep early last night and got way more rest than I normally do. Unfortunately I'm still tired after working all day. The drive down to the site was exciting as usual. Something about speeding down windy country roads with tires screeching will wake you up in the morning. Remind me to buy some life insurance.
I basically got to do everything I wanted to get done while I was down there, which made the trip worthwhile. Apparently I'll be back soon..
The drive back to the airport was uneventful (as always). When I returned the car to the lot, the receiver came up to me and told me,
"You've got a problem."
Huh? I didn't want to hear that. He then told me that I was in the wrong lot and that I should have gone up the entrance on the right hand side. *looks around and notices that the company labels were all wrong* He also told me that it happens all the time. Yeah, trying to make me feel better. (And no, the signage wasn't that obvious.)
Speaking of non-obvious signage, when I got to the terminal, I made it up to the ticket counter and looked around for the international ticket kiosk. I saw the main sign that pointed me in the right direction. Hmm.. Domestic, domestic.. domestic. Ooh! International! I walked up to the opening of the line and was stopped by a lady who asked me:
"Are you travelling Air France?"
Uhh.. no. Then she told me that I should go to the next line. (Huh? But I just came from there!) Okay, I tried out the e-ticket terminal. The machine asked me to type in the first three letters of the destination city. Beep. Beep. Beep. *waits* Wha..? There are no cities starting with that name? I tried it again. Beep. Beep. Beep. *waits* No dice. What's up with this? I then decided to go down to information and ask about the location of the international kiosk. I was told that it was up and to the right. (I just came from there!) With nowhere else to go, I lined up with the rest of the domestics. While I was in line, I saw some guy explaining to one of the tellers that she should process some lady's ticket because the international kiosks were closed. Now they tell me.
The flight back was unevenftul. Well, apart from the fact that we passed by the airport, only to make a U-turn over the city (which was a great view I must add) and landing over the more densely populated landing zone. I sat across from a guy who kept on talking to me as the plane landed. At least he kept me up. (There was this extermely good looking girl who was on the shuttle bus next to me. A little short though.)
I decided to take the 401 back home and was immediately punished for my indescretions. I didn't know that there was construction on the highway. I didn't know there was major construction on the highway. The time spent on the road doubled because of it, which meant that I was driving as long as I was in the air. What's up with that?
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