Suddenly, Eight Years Later. . .

I've been told that I'm still in the "honeymoon" phase of the new job. But, I still think it's true... You really don't realize how bad you've had it, until you decide to leave and get another job. I'm ramping up to get myself more useful in the field for my new job, so I'll be back in the saddle again very soon. Until then, I think I'm going to enjoy being temporarily grounded. It's kind of fun being able to talk to people in the office, and go to various meetings. The novelty will wear off, I'm sure. I've still got to move, because this drive from Los Angeles to San Diego is a bit ridiculous. The traffic in San Diego seems a bit worse than Los Angeles or Atlanta. No kidding.

Boycott Continental. No joke.

Later.

Best Of Both Worlds

I just drove back into the Los Angeles area from my first day of work in San Diego. They were right about one thing -- commuting is not an option. It was a really good first day of work. I'm feeling a bit like a fish out of water, but it's kind of a neat feeling. I've got a new laptop, better benefits, and a lot of new people to meet. Apparently, I got a big build-up a couple of weeks ago, as noted in one of the sales presentations that I read today. I might get to work from home, and just go into the office for meetings and stuff. That's pretty neat. It's really the best of both worlds. I called my new travel desk today, and they seemed like nice people. They even got me a closer hotel for the duration. I'm grounded for a little while, and loving it!

Boycott Continental. I really mean it this time!

Later.

End Of The Line

Well, it's over. My career as a full-time road warrior has come to and end. All that's left is the annoying paperwork that goes along with the job. I just flew on Southwest to get back home from Kansas City. I don't know which is more ironic, Kansas City as the last trip, or the fact that I actually flew on Southwest. My last day is tomorrow, and I have a lot of administrative stuff to take care of, so I'll be out of the office most of the day. After that, I focus on the move for a couple of days, and then it's life in San Diego.

Boycott Continental. I'm not kidding!

Later.

Taxing Moments

I've finished week two of three, and I'm getting ready for my final week. Up to this point, I'm wondering why I've spent so much time on the road. I looked into my travels, and three million frequent flyer miles later, I'm still here. No wonder I'm so tired. I think I've worn out every last tread, and that half-time desk job is starting to sound really, really appealing. This has been my final cross-country trip. Actually, I'm reporting from Florida, which is a nice place to be stuck for the night. I heard from my new employer today, and I'm quite gratified that someone out there needs me. Anyhow, the long road home begins in the morning, and I have some errands to run before I travel out on Saturday morning.

Boycott Continental! I mean it. Really. No kidding.

Later.

Miami Blues

I'm still sick, but Miami is a great place for recuperation. I'm off to Key West tomorrow, and I finish up in South Beach on Thursday. Now, that's the way to go out in style. This is my last cross-country trip for this job. I'm finished after next Friday, but I start the new job the following Monday. I'm going to travel a lot less, so, for all intents and purposes, I'm going into semi-retirement after next Friday. Retirement might not be a bad thing. I'm thinking that I should be home right now, cleaning up, and cleaning out my files. After all, it's been eight years, and the company is not really concerned about me leaving anyway. I really could use some time to do some miscellaneous paperwork, but they're keeping me on the road until I leave, which is also a bit disturbing. At least I'll always have Key West. Boycott Continental! Later.

Home Stretch

I'm trying to get over this cold, but it seems that the cold is winning. I'm off to Florida tomorrow, but Florida will not exactly be catching me at my best. I'm starting the home stretch, in more ways than one. I just returned from a buying trip in San Diego. There are only four houses for sale in the entire area. Isn't that pathetic? Anyhow, I did manage to put a bid in on one of them. Anyhow, it's trip time once again. I've got to get my weary butt back on yet another airplane. I'm glad this is over soon. I'm really starting to get too old for this.

Boycott Continental!

Later.

Malfunction

I caught a bad cold last Saturday, and traveled to Durham on Sunday. Of course, my head pretty much exploded into many little pieces on Sunday night after the flight. It's a good thing I can turn on and off my "game face" because I had to do a presentation and a two-day training session while on various cough and flu medications. I think my "auto-pilot" mode was starting to malfunction. You see, I used to have the ability to just speak on specific topics without having to think about it. This also includes the inevitable question and answer sessions as well. For the last couple of days, my "auto-pilot" started to fail intermittently.

I got to see just about everyone in the office one last time, which is really the most important reason for the trip. Despite the fact that my head felt detatched, I did have a nice dinner with some of my friends from the office. Anyhow, I just got back home from Durham, and my head exploded again from the plane ride. I need to take another pill.

Boycott Continental!

Later.

The Journey's End Begins . . .

Well, I finally put my resignation in today. It's been a great run for the last eight years, but my day is finally over -- at least at my present job. I'm off to start a new adventure in three weeks, and while there will be some travel involved, I'm ending this chapter of my life. Based upon what's been happening at work over the last couple of years, I'm long overdue for my departure. I called many of my colleagues in the field today to inform them personally, and I'm off to Durham on Sunday to tell everyone in the office in person. This is going to be an interesting few weeks ahead.

Boycott Continental!

Later.

Another United Moment

I've spent quite a bit of time on the road lately, and this last trip, once again on United, was a bit disturbing. I had a guy that was taking up one and a half seats, leaving me with only a half a seat on a commuter plane. That was one of the most uncomfortable flights I had in quite a while. Bad enough that the flight wasn't upgradeable because it was on a free ticket, but it was a bit delayed. I started wondering if all of this has been worth doing for the last couple of years, and I think it might be time for me to retire. We'll see what happens during the rest of the week. Boycott Continental! Yes, when I hold a grudge, I do it right! Later.

United We Fall

I was on United and Southwest all week, which forced me to be at the airports a few hours early just to make it in time for my planes. Sometimes that isn't a bad thing, though. I went in to the office to get my computer fixed, and then flew back home after getting yelled at in the office. Some extra time in the airport gives you a chance to think and reflect. I guess it was just fate that delayed me in Chicago once again. I stopped by a snack bar that several of my colleagues gathered in October, 2001, when we were on a four-city tour. I hadn't been back there in the intervening years, since I don't usually fly on United. Even though it was one of those crazy, unorthodox trips with flight delays and excessive searches, I do remember that we still enjoyed each other's company, and we accomplished what was necessary for our journey. Those days are now gone, and even though I'm still delivering the same levels of service to everyone, I know my heart isn't in this any more, and I'm sensing that many spirits have been crushed. I'm putting together some work and other notes for my colleagues just in case I get laid off soon, since that seems to be the way the wind is blowing lately. I may be bitter, but I'm not bitter enough to forget that my friends and colleagues still count on me for many things. I'm not going to let them down either.

You know, the only thing bad about this United experience was the fact that I had excessively long lines in some airports, and I had to arrive way too early in order to make the flight. Not having any kind of status with an airline really stinks. It does make a difference. No kidding. Boycott Continental!

Later.

Boycott Continental Airlines

I just don't believe an airline who cancels confirmed, paid, reservations with seat assignments should stay in business. I recently got bumped to 9th standby on a Continental flight, even though I showed proof that I had a paid ticket (which was thousands of dollars), and had a seat assignment.

Boycott Continental Airlines!

There's more to the story. I changed flights to another nearby city, which cost me a hundred dollars in transportation back to my original airport. However, Continental gave away my seat on that flight too. I had to resort to begging for a seat, and I got a center, even though there were aisles left over. By the time I got on board, I wasn't allowed to move from my center seat.

I'm back, and there's no stopping me now. When I get mad at someone, I do it right, don't I?

Boycott Continental Airlines!

Later.

Moon Over Parma, Yet Again

From what I've heard, Cleveland rocks. One of these days, I'll figure out what the big deal is about this. Yes, I'm back in Cleveland again. I've got to stop coming here in the winter. Anyway, I almost never see anyone I know at the airport, but this time, I unexpectedly met up with one of our VP's from North Carolina, so we rode over to the hotel together in my rental car. It's a good thing she was here, because I would have gotten lost trying to find our new office in Cleveland. I almost never visit our corporate offices these days, so finding them is a challenge. Anyhow, Delta redeemed itself today. I was really late for the flight out of LAX, and, in addition, I had a 20-minute connection in Atlanta. My luggage actually made it with me. Kudos to Delta on this one. I don't know how they were able to pull this one off. By the way, Boycott Continental Airlines. They suck. Yes, my holy war with Continental continues. Later.

Louisiana Cavity Search

I'm at war with Continental Airlines, if you can call them an airline. You see, I was traveling back from Lafeyette, LA, and I had assigned seats. Continental said that it didn't matter because I was bumped to standby status, and I'd probably get stuck in Houston anyway. Then they asked for my ticket back, and gave me a "SSSS" ticket so I could get my cavity search. This was the opening shot which started my war with Continental. After that, I got rerouted to Orange County, while my car was at LAX. Also, they gave away my confirmed window seat on the Orange County flight, because they felt like it, so I had to beg for a center. So, I had to pay for a ride to LAX. Unfortunately, I had no cash on me, so the increased challenge was there. Continental was also no help at this point either, and they really didn't care, since I have no status on them. This was a Delta codeshare, and I'm Platinum on Delta. Therefore, it reflects bad on them, too. I called to register my complaints about this, but the holy war with Continental has begun. I ask you all to join my struggle against Continental Airlines. Boycott Continental Airlines. Now, back to our regularly scheduled programming. Later.

And The Beat Goes On

Greetings once again, my faithful readers -- all two of you. Today, I'm reporting from Denver, where I'm delayed once again on another Saturday morning. This has been an interesting week, as I wasn't expecting much more than a round trip from LAX to Denver. Unfortunately, my life is never that easy. I started on a red-eye on Tuesday to get my weary butt to New York, where the rental cars are a real pain to get to. I froze my butt off once again. After reattaching my butt and finishing my work, I caught a delayed flight into Dallas, which barely connected me into Denver. This time, I used one of those shuttle cart thingys (that's the technical term). Anyhow, I waiting in the Denver airport for two hours to get my luggage, and then got my rental car, and proceeded to get lost in the wilds of Wyoming. Yes, I know Denver is in Colorado. I kind of thought it was a bit too far of a drive to Boulder. After finishing up there, I had dinner with friends, and now, here I am reporting back to you about my week. That's all for now from the exciting misdaventures of me. Hopefully, I'll make it home in time to take off tomorrow, once again. Later.

Trapped In Chicago

I had a choice -- be trapped in Dallas without luggage, or be trapped in Chicago with luggage. Since I still experience the common psychosis of luggage separation anxiety, I opted with the latter. I spent the night at the Hilton by O'Hare airport, and got a good night's sleep, for the first time in quite a while. I'm not going to make it to my regular Saturday routine, so it's a good thing that I'm taking Monday off. Anyhow, hopefully I'll get home today at some point. I've got a whole lot of laundry to do. I just learned that I'm back in Cleveland later this month. By now, I'm sure you all know my feelings about Cleveland in February. Anyhow, I've got to check out, and get to my newly delayed flight. Onward to the ticket counter. Later.

Twisted Traditions

I'm back in St. Louis, once again. My long-time readers already know this, but I started my rantings on this website because I had some travel issues on the way back from a trip to St. Louis two years ago. I got searched in baggage claim --BAGGAGE CLAIM, I tell you! Anyhow, that's was only the beginning. Last year around this time, I also returned to St. Louis in order to get diverted to Cleveland for the previously mentioned Falling Down incident. So, I guess my return into St. Louis (and Cleveland) is now becoming an annual tradition. It's a bit twisted, but it's still a tradition. Later.

Another Moon Over Parma

I'm back in Cleveland, back at the same Courtyard where my Falling Down incident happened around the same time last year. Spooky -- It's Groundhog Day all over again. . . Getting here was half the fun, once again. I booked a room in Middleburg Heights, but I wound up back in North Olmstead, right where I was about a year ago. As I recall, I was heading to a meeting with people from Youngstown during that visit, too. After I stopped in Middleburg Heights, they told me that I was booked in North Olmstead, which is pretty annoying, since it's in the wrong direction. It's pretty sad when you live in Los Angeles, and can make the distinction of traffic patterns in Cleveland. There's slush or whatever you call that icy, gooky stuff that I had to wade through once at each hotel. It's been raining here, so I got soaked through the five layers of clothes that I was wearing. I'm beat to the socks, but I heard somewhere that Cleveland Rocks! I'm beginning to feel like Robert Wagner. Later.

Prelude To A Trip

It's another Sunday night before I fly out once again. This is going to be yet another flight of insanity, which will take me into Dallas, Cleveland, Chicago, St. Louis, back to Dallas, onward to Houston, back to Dallas again, then onward to Chicago, and back to Dallas before returning home. You see, in order to take a trip into the fiery depths of hell, you have to connect in either Dallas or Chicago, even if hell has frozen over. Sometimes, it will take a double connection with Atlanta or St. Louis thrown into the mix. It's true -- hell froze over last week, and it hasn't thawed out yet. I'm on my way to Cleveland, and I think the following movie moment expresses exactly how I feel:

Movie moment:
Delirious (1990)

John Candy: "What're you doing here? I sent you to Cleveland."
Robert Wagner: "I ought to kill you for just that."

Later.

That Stupid Agency

With some of the new rules imposed by the TSA (aka That Stupid Agency) to certain airlines, it's no wonder that road warriors like myself seem to be burning out at a rather rapid pace. I'm in Sacramento, listening to the wonderful security announcements blaring on the loudspeakers. They seem to have increased the volume so that you can hear the information while in the bathroom. Their latest set of regulations are a bit over the top. I just checked in at the airport, and they told me that my connecting boarding pass could not be printed because that flight takes off more than 4 hours from the time you are checking in. Let's see now... In order to get through security, you have to be at the airport about 2 hours in advance. I can deal with that... Now, if you have a flight which lasts 1-2 hours (which I have), and you have a layover in a connecting city that lasts 1 hour (which I also have), you're not allowed to get your freaking boarding pass until you get to your connecting city. Now, if you're running late due to weather, (which we probably will be), you will miss your flight, because you have to stand in another line to get your stupid boarding pass. Thank you, TSA, you bunch of freaking morons! I'm still in hell, and all the boarding passes have disappeared. I wanna go home!!!! Later.

Hell Freezes Over

Hell has frozen over. It's the only explanation for it all. I'm in Bloomington, IL, and it's COLD. I mean really, really, really cold. I got rerouted through St. Louis in order to get here, several hours later that my regularly scheduled time. So, naturally, since it's darker and later in the day, the temperature seems to have dropped quite a bit. I had problems with the airline today. They took my computer and electronics from me at the plane. I told the guy not to take it, but he grabbed it from me. I told him to expect my lawsuit when things don't work in the morning. I haven't tested all my electronics, so we'll see what happens in the morning. I'm writing a rare letter to the airline about this one. We landed in Bloomington, and were greeted by extremely harsh winds and a temperature of 8 degrees, with a wind chill well below zero. I have one more trip to Sacramento tomorrow, but I connect in St. Louis and Dallas, so I'm not sure if I'll make it all the way. Later.