Rolling eyeballs
I'm in Copenhagen for the day, at an intensive meeting for one of the projects I'm on. I hate these one day business trips, getting up early, seeing a city through taxi windows on the way from the airport to the office, and then back again.
Still, it's nice to be in Denmark for a change. Most of my business trips are to Riga, flying AirBaltic in a Fokker 50, bouncing over the Baltic Sea in a deafening roar of engines and what I can never forget is outdated engineering. By comparison, the flight this morning felt like we were hardly moving, and extraordinarily quiet.
My eyeballs are rolling only because of the early morning I had. There was a half hour conversation about "variable enclosures" that got merged into a CSI influenced dream I was having, and I only just stopped myself from adding a comment, half-asleep, about my new insights. Luckily, my colleagues either didn't notice, or are kind enough not to embarrass me.
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We're on a break now, hence the update.
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Once upon a time, taking a plane was a Huge Deal, involving much preparation the night before, weeks of panic over lost passports and tickets. Now, what with the ease of checking in over the net, just taking a laptop bag, it's similar to an ordinary commute to the office, with a stricter schedule. A couple of months ago I was in the taxi on the way to the airport for a Riga trip when I realised that I had forgotten my passport - since then, I just keep it in the laptop bag.
I also no longer have maps, or even the faintest clue of where I am actually heading to. I usually travel with a very organised project manager and one or two architects, and us techy types just rely on the PM to have the details, pay for everything, and shepherd us about the place. In that sense, it is even easier than my usual commute (although my usual commute is sometimes beyond me, it must be said, and I end up on the wrong bus or train due to stupidity or absent mindedness).
But anyway. Back to work we go. Can I make the rest of the day without quoting Hamlet? I doubt it.
Still, it's nice to be in Denmark for a change. Most of my business trips are to Riga, flying AirBaltic in a Fokker 50, bouncing over the Baltic Sea in a deafening roar of engines and what I can never forget is outdated engineering. By comparison, the flight this morning felt like we were hardly moving, and extraordinarily quiet.
My eyeballs are rolling only because of the early morning I had. There was a half hour conversation about "variable enclosures" that got merged into a CSI influenced dream I was having, and I only just stopped myself from adding a comment, half-asleep, about my new insights. Luckily, my colleagues either didn't notice, or are kind enough not to embarrass me.
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We're on a break now, hence the update.
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Once upon a time, taking a plane was a Huge Deal, involving much preparation the night before, weeks of panic over lost passports and tickets. Now, what with the ease of checking in over the net, just taking a laptop bag, it's similar to an ordinary commute to the office, with a stricter schedule. A couple of months ago I was in the taxi on the way to the airport for a Riga trip when I realised that I had forgotten my passport - since then, I just keep it in the laptop bag.
I also no longer have maps, or even the faintest clue of where I am actually heading to. I usually travel with a very organised project manager and one or two architects, and us techy types just rely on the PM to have the details, pay for everything, and shepherd us about the place. In that sense, it is even easier than my usual commute (although my usual commute is sometimes beyond me, it must be said, and I end up on the wrong bus or train due to stupidity or absent mindedness).
But anyway. Back to work we go. Can I make the rest of the day without quoting Hamlet? I doubt it.