The Joy of Traveling
First, I arrive at the airport about an hour and a half before my flight and everything looks good. No delays, weird weather or anything. Then I check in, still good. I get through security and reach my gate…and everything craps in my face. Our plane is now delayed 3 hours. I speak to the lady at the ticket booth and she tells me its fine and I’m still on this plane and I’ll make my connecting flight. I completely don’t think she’s right…so I call the airline and they tell me that I have been automatically rerouted onto a flight that took off 10 minutes ago. Nice…so not only did the lady blatantly lie to me…I now missed my flight. So I have to go back to the ticket counter outside security, and get rebooked onto a flight leaving in 20 minutes. I run back through the other side of security…and I have been chosen as a “special flyer” meaning the security people take me aside and give me a crazy individual search (at this point I am gross and sweaty from running through the terminals…I actually felt bad for the lady that had to pat me down and search my shoes.) Stupid airports. I finally catch my flight…and all is good…until I reach Indianapolis…right in the middle of a huge snow storm (with tornado warnings). It was quite the exciting trip to the hotel with all sorts of downed trees and power outages on the way.
Then, the next morning we go to the place to run the trials…and none of the solutions we shipped up had arrived. Lovely waste of a day. So I drive back to the airport (after not accomplishing anything there), and proceed to get delay after delay. Now, during my last stage of delays, the most annoying man in the world sits next to me AND WON’T SHUT UP! Keep in mind I’m wearing headphones and doing work, and he just keeps talking to me, and reading newspaper articles and just being obnoxious. This lasted for about 2 hours before we finally left. I even stood up and went to the bathroom, but when I came back…that was the only available seat (apparently everyone else felt the same way about him). It just made the whole trip even longer. I finally made it home around 2 this morning. I then woke up at the time I should have been going to a meeting. Oh well. I’m sure they survived without me.
On a positive note, all that sitting around at the airports let me finish two socks. The bad news…all that knitting probably needs to be ripped out and started over. I’m pretty sure the one sock was designed for people with no heels. It’s so bizarre. The sock is a normal size…and looks like it should fit. Then you try to put it on…and it won’t go over the heel. You can eventually force it over the heel, and then it fits fine and is actually very comfortable…but I’m not really sure what to do. Should I finish the sock and then just tell the person I give it to, “oh just fight with it until you get it on…it’s fine then…”. That seems super lame. I mean, I want her to actually want to WEAR the sock…and I know if someone gave me a pair of socks like that…I would never want to put them on my feet. Sigh…so that’s a lot of tearing out I need to do. Then, when I realized the issues of that sock, I put it aside to work on my sister’s sock. Now, apparently this pattern was made for people with the fattest ankles ever. I don’t know what to do about it. The upper leg part of the sock is a ribbing design so i think it should be ok on her legs (even if they are skinny), but the ankle was big on me…and i can’t tell if it will be ok when it is finished (or if I’m just living in denial right now). However, the thought of ripping back all that knitting makes me sad.
But, now that I just posted a book…I’m back to my pretend working. God I hate this project. Must kill all morons.
