I haven't updated the blog in a while because there have been major, major hiccups with the book. We're one month behind schedule, we're over budget and I'm really kind of annoyed about that. Still things could be worse I suppose. I guess work, like life, is like a long-haul plane flight.
Once you've made your plans, you prepare for the trip: pack your bags, head to the airport and check in. Then you find out your flight is delayed for hours. When it's finally boarding time, security takes a special interest in you.
After surviving security checks, you finally board. Take-off is a bit of a nerve-wracking experience but once you reach your cruising altitude, and things look smooth, the flight attendants begin serving refreshments, meals, etc.
"Fish or beef?" They ask. You choose the salmon, beef is too heavy for such a lengthy flight. With your plastic tray meal in front of you, you sit back, and dig into what turns out to be a piece of dodgy salmon, which probably made its last run up the river in fall 1997. You bunge it all down anyway.
Just as your getting comfortable and you're thinking you're going to have a smooth flight, the plane hits turbulence. The salmon in your belly does an impersonation of Shawn Johnson at the Beijing Olympics. Flight attendants scramble to their stations, telling you to stay calm while panic is written in ALL CAPS all over their faces. Beads of perspiration embroider your brow; the deodorant you bought proves to be faulty and olympic sized pools of sweat form under your arms. You brace yourself in your seat; you white-knucle it, wondering if you're going to make it to your destination in one piece.
Ok, this is the where I'm basically at right now. Stuck 30,000 feet in the air and with turbulent weather all around me and in dire need of a barf bag. It wouldn't be so bad in first of business class, but I'm in ECONOMY!
Just hit another air pocket. Will let you know when I land, if I land.
Take care. everyone,