So I went to site yesterday. The great joy of getting to fly was overflowing in my cold head yesterday at the crack of dawn which was about the time I arrived at the airport. Let's break down the time line here since I am in fact Still in Gaborone (yeah yeah one day trip right? NOT)
4:00am alarm goes off
4:30am run out the front door (freakishly scared I have forgotten something - I did)
5:15am find parking at airport (trying hard to remember how to get back to my car)
5:20am booked in and told to be at the boarding gate on the OTHER SIDE of the airport in 5 minutes
5:30am at boarding gate - it is closed
6:20am liftoff! wheee
7:30am landing - I try to fake nonchalance by being asleep as we touchdown - I get a fright and leap in my seatbelted seat - not very blase Frank...
7:45am find a seat to wait to be collected from airport and try not draw attention to myself by cracking up while reading Pratchett.
10:00am Leave for site (we had to wait for someone else to arrive too)
12:45pm arrive on site for 13:00 meeting
12:59pm discover meeting postponed to 14:00 because people must lunch
13:00 - 14:00 phone people, be annoyed, get dust in eyes, get gently verbally abused by contractor
14:00 meeting commencement Yaay! Wait I am supposed to run the meeting?
15:00 realisation that meeting is not progressing as well as that to make our flight home, we must leave in 30 minutes.
15:30 decide to stay the night in Gaborone and wander about the dust bowl for another few hours
15:30 - 19:00 wander about dust bowl, avoid enormous trucks, furtively eat mini Cheddars (aka lunch) get ash on clothes, climb sand mountains, be laughed at in Italian, make a grasp at thorn bush, try and not swear while picking out thorns
20:30 arrival in Gaborone
20:45 get lost finding hotel
21:15 arrival at hotel
21:30 dinner (the meal following 6am aeroplane breakfast)
22:30 start typing minutes
00:33 CRASH zzzzzzzzzzzzzz
Today
8:00 put on yesterdays clothes - feels icky
8:15 attempt to use hand cream as face cream - feeling 1% less icky
9:00 abusing free internet at hotel.
And so I am sitting in my room trying to avoid the pile of work waiting for me back at the office - Imma gonna have to go make other people as of tomorrow - but right now I think I should take it a teeny tiny bit easy before I go out and make the most of being in the same city as my client again... (seeing him later, we shall have words, hopefully good ones)
and that is the story of the one-day becoming two-day trip to site. (to quote someone, "No body ever died of a little dirt...")
