Wow, it's been over a week since I've posted anything here. I guess I wasn't feeling up to posting anything, or I didn't have the time. So here I sit on a gray and dingy Saturday afternoon, with some time to kill (now that I've finally done the NTT playlist and sent it to Kerry.) So I guess it's a good time to get everyone caught up on the last couple weeks or so of my life. Beware, it may not be nearly as interesting as you might think.
First, despite things being generally slow at work due to the holidays and the coming end of the year, I seem to be constantly busy if not swamped. It doesn't help that in December so far, I have not been in the office for more than two days at a time. I ended up scheduling every Friday in December as a vacation day. Plus on the 5th I took a day trip to Indianapolis to see a customer. Then on the 12th, I took another day trip to Charlotte to do physical inventory at a warehouse. Both trips were eventful.
The trip to Indianapolis is about 30 minutes actual air time, but about an hour total, counting the time to taxi on and off the runways. My flight was scheduled to leave at 8:05AM and arrive at 10:00AM or so (one hour flight plus one hour time change.) At 8:00AM they announced a delay until 8:20. Then they told us we were switching gates. Fortunately, the new gate was only two or three down from where we were at. Then at 8:20 they delayed us again until 8:40. Then at 8:45, they delayed us until 9:00. With all these delays, they never once told us what was causing the delay, which I think added to the frustration. Finally about 9:00AM we started boarding. It was a small plane, only three seats in each row; One on your right as you got on the plane, and two on the left. I was sitting in a single seat on the right, in row 8 or so. Since I'd been up since 5:00AM, all I wanted to do was sleep. I got comfortable and closed my eyes for a snooze.
Very quickly, my legs got very cold. So cold that I was shivering, even with my coat still on. Finally, the flight attendants closed up the plane and the captain came on the intercom to introduce himself and explain what was going on. He told us that the plane had been having some "on board power" issues. They had tried to get power in the air, and that didn't work. Then they tried to get power from the ground; that didn't work either. They thought we might have to switch planes, but they were able to get it fixed. In the meantime, they had already taken some luggage and started moving it over to another plane thinking that we'd switch planes. When we didn't, we had to wait for the luggage to come back. By the time we took off, it was almost 10:00AM. As I mentioned above, the flight to Indianapolis is quick, only about 30 minutes actual air time, but by the time I landed in Indianapolis, it was 11:30AM. That messed up the entire day, because the customer I went to go visit is about an hour and a half drive east of Indianapolis. As soon as we landed and could use our cell phones, I called my salesman who was waiting for me. He called the customer to let her know I had just arrived and we were running late. She had a meeting to be at, about the time we would have gotten there. So instead of going to see her first, I called the warehouse where we store her material for her, and asked if it was ok for us to stop by then, instead of later that afternoon. Fortunately, that was fine with them, and it gave me an opportunity to meet some people that I'd only talked to on the phone. And, we were lucky enough to be there when the driver was loading up his truck to deliver more material to the customer, so I got to meet him too.
After spending about 45 minutes there, we left to drive the 90 minutes to the customer. The meeting went well, we just went over her usage, and what we have on order to determine where we wanted to order more so as not to run out. I had a 6:05PM flight back to Chicago, arriving at 6:10. Remember, an hour time difference, going backwards, so it was a 55 minute flight, minus the hour time change. So it feels like 5 minutes, lol. I got to the airport in plenty of time, the flight started boarding on time, we pulled back from the gate, taxied out to the runway, and just as we were ready to turn the corner and take off, Air Traffic Control stops us. Initially, all we were told was that ATC had called a stop to all traffic in and out of Chicago O'Hare, and we would be sitting there for an hour and 20 minutes. You can imagine the collective groan that went through the entire cabin. After about 10 minutes, the pilot came back on the speaker. Apparently, O'Hare Airport had decided to "switch runways", whatever that means, and that he was trying to see if we could take off earlier, instead of sitting there for an hour and (now) 10 minutes. He had already killed the engines, and allowed us to turn our cell phones on. Everyone was making calls advising whoever that the flight was going to be late. About 10 minutes later, the pilot came on the speaker again, and announced we had been cleared for takeoff, and for everyone to turn off the cell phones and buckle the seat belts. He started up the engines, we turned the corner, and ZOOM! We took off. I did go to sleep on that leg of the trip also, as I usually do on most airplane flights. As we started approaching O'Hare, I thought our approach was odd. I can't really explain it, other than it felt like we were moving too slow, or too high for how close we were, something... I could see the darkness of where Lake Michigan was off to our right, and I could see the lights of the streets and houses off to our left. Just as I was thinking it was my imagination, we turned to the right, out over the lake. We ended up in a holding pattern for about 30 minutes over Lake Michigan. By the time I got to my car it was 7:10, and it was 7:45 or so when I arrived home. I was just glad to be home!
More to come, later!
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