Home Again
Feb. 1st, 2005 09:02 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
smofbabeBack in the Bay Area, my second morning back, feeling like someone hit the back of my head with a hammer. I thought I'd sleep more peacefully once I was home but the time change is insisting otherwise.
The return trip was interesting: the gate agent in Melbourne volunteered as I was checking in that I had a vegetarian meal ordered and I confirmed it. On the trip from Melbourne to Sydney, I got a lovely grilled eggplant sandwich for a snack. But on the Sydney-SFO flight, the stewardess cheerily asked which regular entree I wanted. When I responded that I had a special meal, she checked the manifest and found no record of it. So what I want to know is, how could they have my special meal request on 3 flights on my itinerary but not the fourth? I've emailed United to ask this same question. When I told them I could eat fish, the crew was nice enough to steal a fish entree from first class - it was terribly overcooked but a thoughtful gesture nonetheless.
Then when![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
athenais and I shlepped my luggage inside my condo, we were met by an arctic blast. Given that the heat hadn't been turned on for 6 weeks, the living room temperature was 51 degrees F! Thank heaven for electric blankets: I desperately needed a shower and a nap and set a land/speed record from the bathroom to dive under the blanket. The bedroom didn't get decently warm for several hours.
I was virtuous and only slept for 90 minutes, forcing myself out of bed to go grocery shopping and read the Sunday paper. I managed to stay up until 10:30 pm local time, which I thought was pretty good, although my eyes blinked awake at 3 a.m. I slept in a little more than normal for a workday knowing that I had to wait for the Post Office to open to pick up my accumulated mail. I spent about 20 minutes in the post office tossing things in the recycling bin and separating the keeper mail into two piles: need to read now, need to read at some point. (I was surprised at how much handwritten addressed mail I'd gotten until I remembered that I'd left just before Xmas :-> )
Then I cheated and stopped by Krispy Kreme on the way to work. I didn't get much work done, as everyone stopped by my office to say howdy and marvel at the fact that I have a voice again, plus the tools group took me out to lunch. Now I guess it's back to everyday living...
The return trip was interesting: the gate agent in Melbourne volunteered as I was checking in that I had a vegetarian meal ordered and I confirmed it. On the trip from Melbourne to Sydney, I got a lovely grilled eggplant sandwich for a snack. But on the Sydney-SFO flight, the stewardess cheerily asked which regular entree I wanted. When I responded that I had a special meal, she checked the manifest and found no record of it. So what I want to know is, how could they have my special meal request on 3 flights on my itinerary but not the fourth? I've emailed United to ask this same question. When I told them I could eat fish, the crew was nice enough to steal a fish entree from first class - it was terribly overcooked but a thoughtful gesture nonetheless.
Then when
athenais and I shlepped my luggage inside my condo, we were met by an arctic blast. Given that the heat hadn't been turned on for 6 weeks, the living room temperature was 51 degrees F! Thank heaven for electric blankets: I desperately needed a shower and a nap and set a land/speed record from the bathroom to dive under the blanket. The bedroom didn't get decently warm for several hours.I was virtuous and only slept for 90 minutes, forcing myself out of bed to go grocery shopping and read the Sunday paper. I managed to stay up until 10:30 pm local time, which I thought was pretty good, although my eyes blinked awake at 3 a.m. I slept in a little more than normal for a workday knowing that I had to wait for the Post Office to open to pick up my accumulated mail. I spent about 20 minutes in the post office tossing things in the recycling bin and separating the keeper mail into two piles: need to read now, need to read at some point. (I was surprised at how much handwritten addressed mail I'd gotten until I remembered that I'd left just before Xmas :-> )
Then I cheated and stopped by Krispy Kreme on the way to work. I didn't get much work done, as everyone stopped by my office to say howdy and marvel at the fact that I have a voice again, plus the tools group took me out to lunch. Now I guess it's back to everyday living...
