Today's Life Lesson is...
Travel days that start at 3 AM are destined not to go well.
I'm so tired, and I'm only half-way there (although of course, by the time I post this, I will be all the way there, because I remain too cheap to pay for airport wi-fi). I hate coming to Canada. Customs was, as always, a joy. I got to go into the special room, lucky me. They were nice though, which isn't always the case so that's good. However, I made a mistake in that I had asked the lady who sorted people into lines at the original customs point if I needed to reclaim my luggage before going to my connection. She said no, and my mistake was that I believed her. So of course I head for connections and the lady at the door said "Where's your checked luggage?" So I told her the story, and she was all "Yeah, they don't know." Ugh. And of course you can't just go back and get it. Oh, no. I had to go to Lost & Found, so that they could call an escort. He then escorted me to an office, where I had to tell my story. Then we went to the baggage claim and got my luggage. Then we went to another customs agent, who sent me to secondary customs, where I had to tell my story again and get my luggage re-x-rayed. Then I got to take it back to the lady at the connections desk, then go back to Lost & Found and get my carry-ons (because you aren't allowed to take them back in, although I was allowed to carry my purse with me even though it is roughly the size of Texas). Then (are you tired yet? Because I am.) I had to go up two flights of escalators and go through security again.
Oh, travelling, how I have not missed you.
Other highlights from the day: spilling syrup on my jeans, sweating like a pig in the sweater I'm wearing because it's 70 in Atlanta and 30 in Saskatchewan, and almost tripping over my own shoe in security. I rock!
Update 3/31:
Okay, I didn't get to post that last night because I don't have internet in my room (which is not a complaint because by "room" I mean my two-bedroom cabin in the woods with a fireplace and a full kitchen). So I landed in Saskatchewan, got my rental car. I was starving so I asked the guy for directions to someplace to eat before heading north, because I figured pickings would be slimmer once I was on the road. My choices were McDonalds, Wendy's, A&W or KFC. I went to KFC, where I was waited on by a boy who was seriously, seriously, seriously twelve. Not small for his age, actually twelve. Isn't that against the law?
Anyway, I drove the two hours, and managed to mostly stay awake. Door to door, I was on the road for fourteen hours yesterday. Not the most relaxing way to spend your Sunday. But it's a small hotel in offseason, and I had dinner with the GM and the F&B director last night (they're a couple), who currently comprise two-fifths of the staff, so it should be a laid back week. Fingers crossed!
I'm so tired, and I'm only half-way there (although of course, by the time I post this, I will be all the way there, because I remain too cheap to pay for airport wi-fi). I hate coming to Canada. Customs was, as always, a joy. I got to go into the special room, lucky me. They were nice though, which isn't always the case so that's good. However, I made a mistake in that I had asked the lady who sorted people into lines at the original customs point if I needed to reclaim my luggage before going to my connection. She said no, and my mistake was that I believed her. So of course I head for connections and the lady at the door said "Where's your checked luggage?" So I told her the story, and she was all "Yeah, they don't know." Ugh. And of course you can't just go back and get it. Oh, no. I had to go to Lost & Found, so that they could call an escort. He then escorted me to an office, where I had to tell my story. Then we went to the baggage claim and got my luggage. Then we went to another customs agent, who sent me to secondary customs, where I had to tell my story again and get my luggage re-x-rayed. Then I got to take it back to the lady at the connections desk, then go back to Lost & Found and get my carry-ons (because you aren't allowed to take them back in, although I was allowed to carry my purse with me even though it is roughly the size of Texas). Then (are you tired yet? Because I am.) I had to go up two flights of escalators and go through security again.
Oh, travelling, how I have not missed you.
Other highlights from the day: spilling syrup on my jeans, sweating like a pig in the sweater I'm wearing because it's 70 in Atlanta and 30 in Saskatchewan, and almost tripping over my own shoe in security. I rock!
Update 3/31:
Okay, I didn't get to post that last night because I don't have internet in my room (which is not a complaint because by "room" I mean my two-bedroom cabin in the woods with a fireplace and a full kitchen). So I landed in Saskatchewan, got my rental car. I was starving so I asked the guy for directions to someplace to eat before heading north, because I figured pickings would be slimmer once I was on the road. My choices were McDonalds, Wendy's, A&W or KFC. I went to KFC, where I was waited on by a boy who was seriously, seriously, seriously twelve. Not small for his age, actually twelve. Isn't that against the law?
Anyway, I drove the two hours, and managed to mostly stay awake. Door to door, I was on the road for fourteen hours yesterday. Not the most relaxing way to spend your Sunday. But it's a small hotel in offseason, and I had dinner with the GM and the F&B director last night (they're a couple), who currently comprise two-fifths of the staff, so it should be a laid back week. Fingers crossed!