Helloooo, luggage?
Well, I'm in Sweden. It is snowing lightly, but because it is Sunday the hotel restaurant is closed so I had to go across the street and get fast food (Max burgers are good, though, this isn't really a hardship). My first and second flights were both delayed- I caught my third plane with literally five minutes to spare. I was not one bit surprised that my suitcase didn't make it with me. My biggest problem was fear that the bus from the airport to the hotel would leave without me while I was filling out the missing luggage report. This airport is too small to have a fleet of taxis just waiting around. You have to arrange them in advance to come get you. So if the bus had gone without me, I'd have had to wait for one of the previously-booked cabs to take their fares into town and then come back.
Fortunately, that "tiny town, tiny airport" phenomenon works for good, too- because the airport desk guy yelled out to the bus driver to wait for me, and he did. Ha!
So I'm going to be in sweats for work tomorrow, but I will have a clean t-shirt and panties (I always have those in my carry-on), so I'll be overly casual but not smelly.
Now I have to do a few hours of work so 1) I'm ready for the project I'm in Sweden to actually do tomorrow, and 2) to keep myself awake until a reasonable time to sleep. Tired as I am, I really shouldn't go to bed at 6pm.
Fortunately, that "tiny town, tiny airport" phenomenon works for good, too- because the airport desk guy yelled out to the bus driver to wait for me, and he did. Ha!
So I'm going to be in sweats for work tomorrow, but I will have a clean t-shirt and panties (I always have those in my carry-on), so I'll be overly casual but not smelly.
Now I have to do a few hours of work so 1) I'm ready for the project I'm in Sweden to actually do tomorrow, and 2) to keep myself awake until a reasonable time to sleep. Tired as I am, I really shouldn't go to bed at 6pm.