On the road again: San Francisco, day 1
It was the best of flights and the worst of flights.
On the initial leg, I was upgraded to first class and enjoyed a reasonably tasty calzone and a row-mate who was so convinced of his superiority to the rest of humanity that he would never directly address anyone. Perfect. I finished a lot of work and read when I couldn't use my computer.
On the next leg, I was in a row with two other guys, each of whom had broader shoulders than mine. We looked like sixty pounds of sausage in a thirty-pound skin. One row ahead and across from us was the baby who screamed and/or cried for all but 27 minutes of the 4.5 hours we were on that plane. The number is accurate; I wasn't the only one who kept track. I still got a lot done, but the concentration required significantly more effort on my part.
Still, I made it here, checked in, met the other guys, and did our evening team work. We headed out to eat but came back after a storm rained on us. We ended up eating in the hotel.
Now, to work with me!
2 comments:
Sorry the weather's been so bad.
Hopefully the gods of spam in a can will be a little more generous with you on your flight back.
Thanks for the kind wishes. I've been indoors almost all the time, so the weather has been no issue. It is a great city.
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