In case anybody cares. It’s been a little more than a month since I was last here — trip to Europe and then bicycle crash have kept me away from the mothership.
Southwest — the Greyhound of the skies — boned me by boarding me onto a flight from Providence to Baltimore that was predestined to miss its connection to Raleigh. I found myself wandering the halls of BWI looking for a hotel room but none were to be found. Southwest’s response to my predicament was a shrug and a little green slip with an 800 number on it. I called the 800 number and the person said, “Nope. No rooms around Baltimore.” So I kept at it, made friends with Matt at the Holiday Inn Express in nearby Arundel, buttered him up using the Jim Forbes technique of being nice to those most under siege, and finally snagged a last minute cancellation. In bed at 1 am and back up at 5 for the shuttle ride back to the airport. I paid $30 an hour for the mattress time and the shower.
Business travel utterly, absolutely, positively sucks. Wheeled luggage, headset borgs, USA Today, the aftershave stench of hazelnut flavored coffee … I feel horrible, as if I rushed back to work too soon, find that brain medications like Fioricet do not mix well with spreadsheets … whine, whine, whine.