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jaeclecticThe travel part of travel is just not fun.
I followed the advise of the hotel concierge rather than my own common sense, and therefore arrived at the airport silly early. And then promptly proceeded to be exceedingly spaced out and disorganized and frazzled, e.g. got in an Air Canada line instead of a Northwest line (the Air Canada person did not make any attempt to hide the fact that she thought I was an idiot, and of course I could hardly disagree), couldn't seem to successfully enter my E-ticket number in the machine even after getting to the correct airline (although at least the Northwest person was pleasant about it), got scolded by the luggage handling person when I stopped to take the extention handle off of my big suitcase (because I was "in the way" although if I had moved further forward as he requested, I think I would have been even *more* in the way)...
Ah well, I will blame it all on the fine combination of being unwell, medicated, and insufficiently rested. To be precise, I will blame unwellness and tiredness for my mild disfunction, and medication (decongestant) for feeling anxious about it, even though no harm was done. (For completeness, I could add menstruating and hungover to the list, but the first three are what I'm really noticing. I suppose the hangover which I logically *ought* to have may well be a subliminal component of the tiredness.)
Now sitting in the almost empty airport departure area, having spent another 9 dollars Canadian for internet access, because my flight doesn't leave for another 2+ hours and what the heck?
Hopefully the frazzle part of the day is over, and the rest shall be merely tedium. We shall see.
I followed the advise of the hotel concierge rather than my own common sense, and therefore arrived at the airport silly early. And then promptly proceeded to be exceedingly spaced out and disorganized and frazzled, e.g. got in an Air Canada line instead of a Northwest line (the Air Canada person did not make any attempt to hide the fact that she thought I was an idiot, and of course I could hardly disagree), couldn't seem to successfully enter my E-ticket number in the machine even after getting to the correct airline (although at least the Northwest person was pleasant about it), got scolded by the luggage handling person when I stopped to take the extention handle off of my big suitcase (because I was "in the way" although if I had moved further forward as he requested, I think I would have been even *more* in the way)...
Ah well, I will blame it all on the fine combination of being unwell, medicated, and insufficiently rested. To be precise, I will blame unwellness and tiredness for my mild disfunction, and medication (decongestant) for feeling anxious about it, even though no harm was done. (For completeness, I could add menstruating and hungover to the list, but the first three are what I'm really noticing. I suppose the hangover which I logically *ought* to have may well be a subliminal component of the tiredness.)
Now sitting in the almost empty airport departure area, having spent another 9 dollars Canadian for internet access, because my flight doesn't leave for another 2+ hours and what the heck?
Hopefully the frazzle part of the day is over, and the rest shall be merely tedium. We shall see.