back to work

i am back to work after what feels like an eon. And i have been yawning away to glory. Three weeks of afternoon siesta have taken its toll on my body – i just can’t seem to keep awake now!

And i have another one of my last-passenger-on-the-plane episodes! i was escorted to the airport by my family – i duly checked in and found i had exceeded the weight limit by 17 kgs (so much for my resolve to travel light); the guy at the counter told me he would waive 7 kgs but i would have to have extra baggage charge for 10 kgs so i said no problemo direct me to the counter and somehow he had a change of heart and waived off 17 kgs!. And then i went back for the last minute chit-chat with my family and we kept waiting for the flight announcement. You would have thought they would at least announce something like go in for security check or something.

To cut a long story short, i had to rush through security, tell the lady at the counter my plane was about to take off so could she please speed up her act and hand me my damn bag. The guy at the boarding gate asked me “Why are you so late?” and i gave him a hurried sorry and ran up the staircase. And for the nth time in my life, i was the last passenger to board the flight. This is becoming a bugging habit. My sisters told me i would not learn a lesson till i miss a flight.

i, by some miracle, managed to misread the timing of my flight once and reached the airport 10 minutes before the flight took off. Going by the rules, i should not have been allowed on that flight but the guy at the check-in counter asked them to wait for me and i was rushed through everything and caught the flight! So i guess the aviation goddess is on my side.

My office mailbox is flooded and i have decided to take the easy way out and read only mails addressed to me and sweep the rest under the carpet till i can settle down again to a peaceful existence.

Truth be told, this constant oscillation from one corner to another corner is becoming a bit too grating on the nerves. i mean, before i can unpack properly i have to pack my bags again. Well, even a gypsy deserves to settle down a bit before moving on to another pasture.