My internet zapped out the previous evening for some odd reason, so i had to come into the office Thursday morning before my flight to Chicago. Like a true male, i had no normal food. I ordered a pizza late the previous night and, not realizign Domino's closes at 10 pm for carryout, showed up at about 10:03. The guy let me in. He could have had a free pizza, methinks. Nice guy.
And i only needed my suit for one day, on my Chicago trip, so I wore it on the plane. Which meant i had to wear it to work. I feel like Jimmy Stewart when i wear that thing. Its a pretty sharp suit, but perhaps over the top. I dunno. Anyway, everyone was happy to see me, which was neat, I suppose. I felt...embattled. Still do, at work.
Anyway, i didn't log any hours and didn't do any actual work, but only caught up on scholarship/school stuff, mainly getting things in order regarding my nomination for the Jack Kent Cooke graduate scholarship. Which is a huge blessing, to have that opportunity. We'll see what happens.
So i leave and pack on the way out of town and get dropped off by my cousin at 2:50 pm for my 3:45 flight. i was at my gate by 3:05. unreal. Except that the guy wouldn't take my extra bag of suits...so he made me check my initial carry-on. Not a huge deal, except when i was talking with him he was a total tool-box and just kept repeating the same thing over and over again. Like a broken record. Or a 4-year old child. Funny how the other airline employee had told me they would hang up my suitbag. because i'm sure a suit won't get wrinkled if its checked and stuck under a plane with 4732 other bags.
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