Monday, July 14, 2008
I called in sick, ten days off. I had airport alert. Twice. Round one, I got Brussels after two hours, which was nice. Round two commenced at 7:45 this morning. I haven't been up this early for ANYTHING in four months; I am sleepy. As I type, I'm sitting in the crew room surrounded by creepy commuters who think this is a free motel with a sky so grey you'd think its London. Its already 8, so I guess everyone showed up for their two day LHR. I have no idea what else leaves this early and nothing else is really open. As much as I would love to go home, it sure would be nice to work. After all, I did just buy brand new furniture for my room.