July 07, 2003
I'm beginning to recognise the air hostesses...
Once again, I'm off to Amsterdam this afternoon.
And once again, I don't bloody know if I'm going to Madrid after that, or whether I'm coming back to London. Sigh.
Posted to On the road by Simon Brunning at July 07, 2003 01:03 PM
You must have an enlightened boss. Whenever I spend quality time with my clients I have to get up at sparrow's fart and be on site at 9am.
Ee by eck, when I were a lad, jumpers for goalposts, etc.
Mine too - *if* it would save them any money. Turns out, though, that to get there in time, I have to get such an early flight that I have to get a taxi to the airport, which costs a *fortune*.
For the same price, I can fly the night before, stay in a hotel, and be at the client's office (and charging) an hour or so earlier. And if the plane is delayed, it cuts into my time, not chargable time.
You had *jumpers* for goal posts? You were lucky...
For 6 months I worked in one city and lived in another. I flew the same flights every week. Out on Monday morning, back on Friday evening. I started to recognize about 5 to 8 people on the Monday flights and probably 3 to 5 on the Friday flights. Almost like taking a bus. It got _very_ tiresome. Luckily, it was a short enough flight that I could take the Monday a.m. flight and still get enough billable hours. Some other people had to come from California and they were required to come on Sunday evening.
You were lucky.
In my day they made us work in Newport, Gwent. That was just pure spite on my manager's part I'm sure.
And that was just the tip of the iceberg, later they sent me to Perth, WA. It was shut.
I rather prefer going the night before, myself. I feel like a wet rag when I arrive, otherwise. Flying always makes me sleepy, and it doesn't look good to arrive in the office all scrumpled up from being wedged in an airline seat, and with glue for brains... Yes, I know - would anybody notice?!
I know what you mean about recognising the staff, though. When I was working in Germany and Norway, it got so they'd greet me by name! And know what I wanted to drink. A sad state of affairs...
Yes, I am going to Madrid...
This is becoming a bit blase, mind you there are losers such as me that work in the places you hate to fly to, and give up bodyparts to be in your position.
I in fact am working at the office where Simon works now in Amsterdam and would love to fly to Madrid tomorrow. Not because of some bloody assignment, rather a girl living there, but that ain't the bloody point now!
Other than that you are probably right.
How about those Mets.....