Home again
I decided to cannonball run home this weekend for Friends' Thanksgiving and was well-rewarded. I've completely freed myself of concerns about the cost of the plane tickets at this point - I need to be home every so often, and I'm willing to push the accounting off until I'm done with school. This trip was particularly short (I was in town for around thrity six hours) and yet I feel as though I've been on vacation for a week. I'm now trying to differentiate between school-related stress and separation anxiety - I have a hunch the ratio of one to the other isn't what I thought it was.
Northwest has now started the abominable practice of selling meals o coach customers. I consider this the worst sort of cost-cutting, on a par with a struggling company removing the coffee machine from the break room and installing a fifty cents per cup vending machine instead. At least the struggling company's employees aren't paying for the privilege of coming to work every morning.
Thankfully, I'm able to make grandiose statements about the plight of the airborne proletariat from the comfort of first class, into whose full-service bosom I was bumped in both directions. Meals in first class are significant affairs, with multiple dishes and thoughtful presentation. In fact, I was offered a choice of meals on both flights, even as the flight attendants for coach were announcing the 'limited number' of meals for sale. I was unable to donate either of my alternate meals to some worthy seated in the less fortunate seats.
For the karmically inclined, I'll relate that my two hour flight from Minneapolis to Syracuse was spent crammed between a bulkhead and an extremely large gentleman (neither the armrest between us nor his tray table were capable of unimpeded motion). Oh, and he was a sweater. In deference to those of delicate constitutions, I'll refrain from relating my 'public restroom at the airport' story from this trip - feel free to email if you've begun fasting or are made of sterner stuff.
Having heard the story, it's on a par with 'no can use'. Another story you'll need to ask Grant about if you haven't already heard it...
Oh, and I'll freely admit the separation anxiety is driving me batty!
well thanks a lot for sharing your thoughts nice job..