My flight arrives home sometime around 7pm on a Tuesday. I have no cell phone. My ex beau decided to give me a call as my flight was boarding to London enroute to Johannesburg. It is always a good sign when the bane of your existence decides to give you a call as you are leaving for a trip half-way around the world. After an awkward 2 minutes of conversation, I put the ole’ Sidekick III away in the seat pouch as the plane was taking off. Due to a borderline “I need to go to the hospital” case of exhaustion, which caused me to sleep through the only 5-days of summer that I had. Lets not forget that this includes sleeping through my own 21st birthday. I mean sleeping all the time when you are on a plane isn’t too bad. Except another repercussion of my illness was the fact that I couldn’t stop going to the bathroom. This is never a good thing when you are on planes and in airports for the better part of 2 days. So, in the wake of sleeping incessantly and while awake trying to avoid getting up every 10 minutes to use a plane bathroom I forget my phone on the plane. Good thing I had that $2/minute and international text-messaging plan added to my phone before I left. ; )
Any who, I get back into the states and check my email (impoverished countries internet is even slower than you imagine). I come to find out that Chris (the paper’s GM) apparently thinks I am dead or something. He thought I was coming back the day before and just never showed up. With no phone (or voice mail because the line had to be froze) he had no real way of contacting me. I email him back assuring him that I am alright…though he requests that I come into work the very next morning.
What demands such urgency you may ask yourself…
The answer is UTURF and training the mentally insane (literally) female that got hired on as my assistant…but, that is a whole other story for another day.
So, I have a total of 14 hours to go form O’Hare to Minooka (S/W of Joliet) then back to Chicago to work on UTURF in the morning. This barely gave me time to do laundry, de-scathe, stare in amazement at clean, flushable toilets with toilet paper and drink tap water…
Any who, I get back into the states and check my email (impoverished countries internet is even slower than you imagine). I come to find out that Chris (the paper’s GM) apparently thinks I am dead or something. He thought I was coming back the day before and just never showed up. With no phone (or voice mail because the line had to be froze) he had no real way of contacting me. I email him back assuring him that I am alright…though he requests that I come into work the very next morning.
What demands such urgency you may ask yourself…
The answer is UTURF and training the mentally insane (literally) female that got hired on as my assistant…but, that is a whole other story for another day.
So, I have a total of 14 hours to go form O’Hare to Minooka (S/W of Joliet) then back to Chicago to work on UTURF in the morning. This barely gave me time to do laundry, de-scathe, stare in amazement at clean, flushable toilets with toilet paper and drink tap water…
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