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Once again, there has been an upset little kid on the flight. This time, far in the back behind me. Not sure what she is upset over, but she's pretty clearly saying
I am committing presenteeism in the first degree, by being on this flight and by going to ApacheCon. I caught a flu last Friday while in Atlanta. By Saturday morning I had chills, hot flashes, stuffed sinuses, raw sore throat, and the real capstone was that all my joints ached. And I couldn't just sit in bed or in the bathtub, some of the furniture in the house has been swapped around, and it lead to me needing to move a bunch of my own stuff, and help one of my housemates make a run to the dump. So while everyone else was carving pumpkins, I was withdrawn, grumpy, and curt.
Speaking of curt, I had an odd experience at the end of my flight back from Atlanta. The flight had left late, and there were a handful of passengers on board who needed to catch a connecting flight to Anchorage. The crew announced as we were taxi'ing in that that other flight was holding and delaying at the next gate for us, and could everyone stay seated so the Anchorage bound people could get off fast. So, we pull up to the gate, and the there is the bing sound and the crosscheck alert. And, of course, EVERYONE stands up, gets in the aisle, and starts opening the overheads.
I am annoyed. So I say, "HEY! ARE YOU GOING TO ANCHORAGE?!" My voice rung out, filling the cabin, louder and harsher than I've heard it in my own ears in a long time. And there was silence for a moment, and then everyone sat back down, and a handful of people rushed down the aisle and caught their flight.
Sometimes, people just gotta be told what to do.
F*** You!.
I am committing presenteeism in the first degree, by being on this flight and by going to ApacheCon. I caught a flu last Friday while in Atlanta. By Saturday morning I had chills, hot flashes, stuffed sinuses, raw sore throat, and the real capstone was that all my joints ached. And I couldn't just sit in bed or in the bathtub, some of the furniture in the house has been swapped around, and it lead to me needing to move a bunch of my own stuff, and help one of my housemates make a run to the dump. So while everyone else was carving pumpkins, I was withdrawn, grumpy, and curt.
Speaking of curt, I had an odd experience at the end of my flight back from Atlanta. The flight had left late, and there were a handful of passengers on board who needed to catch a connecting flight to Anchorage. The crew announced as we were taxi'ing in that that other flight was holding and delaying at the next gate for us, and could everyone stay seated so the Anchorage bound people could get off fast. So, we pull up to the gate, and the there is the bing sound and the crosscheck alert. And, of course, EVERYONE stands up, gets in the aisle, and starts opening the overheads.
I am annoyed. So I say, "HEY! ARE YOU GOING TO ANCHORAGE?!" My voice rung out, filling the cabin, louder and harsher than I've heard it in my own ears in a long time. And there was silence for a moment, and then everyone sat back down, and a handful of people rushed down the aisle and caught their flight.
Sometimes, people just gotta be told what to do.
