en dessinant les branches d'une étoile
Jun. 7th, 2007 12:49 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
jawnbcI got through it all very well...until the end. Then I lost the plot.
I flew out of YVR at 12h30, with a scheduled arrival in Toronto for 20h00. We left late but made up most of the time and landed at 20h05. W00t! The flight was fine: I got a lot of work done, listened to my iPod, and dozed a wee bit. Had 13C (right behind bulkhead), so 'twas all good.
Except my connecting flight, which was scheduled to depart YYZ at 21h20, was delayed...until 23h05. There were 2 interim flights, but I couldn't be switched because of my baggage. Erm, luggage. I found a so-so chicken burger for my tea, and puttered a bit in the lounge. Flight to Halifax left at 23h30 and we landed in YHZ at 02h30. Only to find no one who could get our plane to the gate. I dashed over to the Hertz desk to grab my keys (poor bugger was waiting only for me), got directions to where I was headed, and then waited for my bag. 10 minutes later the conveyor belt geared up...but clearly the priority tags meant nothing. 5 minutes later I was out da door.
Car's a bit big (Camry), but fine. Took a while to suss out how to adjust the seat (I hate electric seat adjusters), lights etc. On the road by 03h00.
Only to get lost. Thrice. The driving rain and lack of street lights didn't help. Hey Nova Scotia, not everyone's a local and putting signs up for the main road at intersections would help a fucking lot.
The kicker was missing my goodnight chat with![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
querrelle, at which point I was driving between losses 2 and 3.
Finally found the uni, and the residence, but there was no one there. A nice person let me and I rang the courtesy line. Cheerful baby dyke gave me directions to her location and I toddled over. Got lost (briefly) again, then unlost. it's now 04h50. I am finishing my beverage (7-Up, how decadent), then I will be sleeping until 10 or 11.
I flew out of YVR at 12h30, with a scheduled arrival in Toronto for 20h00. We left late but made up most of the time and landed at 20h05. W00t! The flight was fine: I got a lot of work done, listened to my iPod, and dozed a wee bit. Had 13C (right behind bulkhead), so 'twas all good.
Except my connecting flight, which was scheduled to depart YYZ at 21h20, was delayed...until 23h05. There were 2 interim flights, but I couldn't be switched because of my baggage. Erm, luggage. I found a so-so chicken burger for my tea, and puttered a bit in the lounge. Flight to Halifax left at 23h30 and we landed in YHZ at 02h30. Only to find no one who could get our plane to the gate. I dashed over to the Hertz desk to grab my keys (poor bugger was waiting only for me), got directions to where I was headed, and then waited for my bag. 10 minutes later the conveyor belt geared up...but clearly the priority tags meant nothing. 5 minutes later I was out da door.
Car's a bit big (Camry), but fine. Took a while to suss out how to adjust the seat (I hate electric seat adjusters), lights etc. On the road by 03h00.
Only to get lost. Thrice. The driving rain and lack of street lights didn't help. Hey Nova Scotia, not everyone's a local and putting signs up for the main road at intersections would help a fucking lot.
The kicker was missing my goodnight chat with
querrelle, at which point I was driving between losses 2 and 3.Finally found the uni, and the residence, but there was no one there. A nice person let me and I rang the courtesy line. Cheerful baby dyke gave me directions to her location and I toddled over. Got lost (briefly) again, then unlost. it's now 04h50. I am finishing my beverage (7-Up, how decadent), then I will be sleeping until 10 or 11.
