I have this odd feeling of deja vu as I sit here writing this entry. I’m pretty sure I’ve narrowed down where it comes from. I’m sitting here writing this entry from the cold, unforgiving floor of an airport– Philadelphia this time– on my way out to a joint forces center military base out in VA. As fate would have it, the weather is far from ideal (we really need to invent planes that can fly through the monsoon I inevitably find myself waiting out), finding myself facing a number of delays and gates changes, ultimately driving me towards me incessant need to subject everyone else to the same misery to which I am currently enduring.
Under normal circumstances, I wouldn’t bother going into the back story of how I got to this position. However, this trip was somewhat unique. I was sitting in work this Monday morning, happily (well, maybe not happily) coding away when my manager comes up to me. Our software (my project in particular) is taking place in an exercise in the aforementioned VA base in the next two weeks. The exercise is extremely important to my small company, so it’s imperative that we make a good showing.
“Tom got back from VA. Things aren’t working.”
“We need this to work by Wednesday. Can you fix it?”
“Ya, but it’s in a secured facility, how am I going to get at the computer?”
“You have a 8:40pm flight tonight. Go home at lunch and pack.”
It’s now 8:50. Suffice it to say that, since I’m writing this, I’m not on the plane. Hell, I’m not even sitting across from the gate listed on my ticket. Moo.
How many times do you have to encounter problems in one particular aspect of your life before you can officially declare yourself cursed? I’m looking at two Gestalt business trips (flight trips, the one I drove to worked out fine), two shitty sets of weather conditions, roughly forty-two flight delays, and probably close to ten gate changes. Can I call myself cursed yet?
In other news… well, there hasn’t been all that much other news. We (read: Meg) are going to be looking for flowers soon. Though I’m not anticipating all that much news from that; Villanova provides flowers for the church, Drexelbrook provides flowers for the reception. Don’t ask me why we still have to look for flowers, because I’m not entirely sure what else we could possibly need flowers for.
One cool event was that last Friday (the 27th) marks five years that Meg and I have been dating. It’s really weird that it feels like it’s been forever, but at the same time feels no where near five years. But it’s reassuring to see that Meg can put up with me for five years; it gives me hope that I may not drive her too nuts when we’re finally married.