Mule Dung has an outstanding post, with citations up on his blog Mule Dung and Ash. It is well worth your time to drop by and take a few minutes…
And in a follow-up, since I got an email asking how the REST of the week went…
Not only was the hotel on the opposite side of Austin from where we needed to be, it was LOUSY… No coffee, no breakfast (it gets pretty bad when I VOLUNTARILY go to McDonalds), and lukewarm water. And we had to get up O.M.G early to beat traffic…
Sooooo… We finally get where we are supposed to be, only to find out the boss is NOT on the visit list (trust me, this ain’t good)…
Once that ‘little’ issue was fixed, we have our meeting, only to find out we have effectively sunk to a new low in levels of success; .00052% success rate for the particular thing we were working on…
As they say, and THEN the fight started; and went on for the rest of the day. So we finally leave lovely Austin in the middle of rush hour, heading back to Dallas…
Four and a half hours later, we make it; after being run in the ditch by a woman texting while trying (obviously not well) to drive…
Better hotel, late Mexican dinner (La Fenix is GOOD!) and back to the airport Friday am.
As usual this time of year, flights are running late, so we are now three hours early, sit, wait, run the computer battery down; finally get on, end up with a window seat and 400lb asshole sitting next to me… sigh…
At least it was only for 2+00 enroute (good tailwinds), so I spent most of the flight in the back with the flight attendants.
We actually landed more or less on time, only problem was, a late departure was in our gate, so off to the A-gates we went…
And pulled in at the same time two RJs did, so they got parked first, then we got parked, but since we’re an E170, now we get to wait on a ladder, and wait… and wait… 30 minutes later a ladder FINALLY shows up.
And it’s off to baggage claim… another 25 minutes (they unloaded the two RJs first).
And off I go, until I get to 495; it takes me an hour and 20 minutes to go a total of 12 miles! I just ‘love’ DC rush hour traffic… NOT!!!
So I finally get home, throw a TV dinner in the microwave, and the @$&* microwave died!
I quit and went to bed…