Greetings from California, where Andrea and I are attending computer classes!
It was an eventful, very long day of travel yesterday. When we got to the airport, they searched my purse (I looked suspicious). When we got to Calgary, I looked fine, but Andrea apparently seemed shifty. They went through her whole bag and made her take off her shoes! Hah! Mad shoe bomber indeed...
I was sitting there, waiting and waiting for her to appear, wondering what had happened. "She was right behind me a minute ago," I thought, wondering if I'd later be relating this story to various news agencies and police officers. Definitely did not want to be the last person to see Andrea! Fortunately, she reappeared a few moments later, with her sneakers freshly laced up.
During our stopover in Denver, Andrea amused me by relating a sad story about her dad's travels and how his luggage didn't arrive on one trip. So, when we got to California, guess whose luggage didn't leave Denver? That's right. Poor Andrea is wearing Day-Old Clothes. She has learned a hard lesson: Carry-on is the way to go. And Sandra D thought I was crazy.
Oh, and I forgot to mention, OUR PLANE BROKE. First, the plane taking us to Calgary was delayed, and then when we got there, our flight to Denver was cancelled and they had to bring in another plane from San Francisco. So we were stuck forever in the Calgary boarding lounge (where there are no cool shops, and nothing to do but count the number of times the same businessman walked past us with his same boring briefcase. Get a new one, dude!). And there were all these poor sad people who missed their flights. Not us, since we had forever between planes anyway.
And special thanks to Shauna, for booking us at the BACK of the plane when we left home. That sucks. It was very noisy. And a crappy little plane. I couldn't carry on my carry-on luggage! Fortunately, when we got to Calgary, the United Airlines lady ripped up our boarding passes (she seemed unimpressed with Air Canada's passes), and reassigned our seats so we were sitting together. We were moved to Security Exit seats on the next two flights. It was an awesome responsibility, but both Andrea and I were sure we'd be the first two off the plane. Throw the door off, and run out onto the wing (taking our luggage with us).
It was 1:00 a.m. (Saskatoon time) before we got to our hotel (they are two hours behind us). I'm on the third floor of the hotel :-( and Andrea is on the 8th. What's up with that? Got free breakfast though.
We got to the training centre and had to register on the 6th floor, which we did. Training was on the 5th floor, and the elevator was taking forever, so we thought, why not take the stairs down one flight? Yes, why not? Because apparently you can't take the stairs to the 5th floor. The doors to all floors are locked. Stupid fire exit. Had to run down all the way back to the main floor and take the elevator all the way back up. I commented to the guy on the elevator (who I later learned was the Vice President of the company), "Did you know that you can't get in from the staircase?" He said he did. I told him, "We didn't."
When we got there, everyone else was already there, so we had to sit in the crappy "loser" seats at the front of the class!!! And neither of our computers worked. Stupid IT people. Typical. :-D
Zane Gray sits behind us in class. He owns two Harleys (probably nicer than Glenn's), and has a third on order. So he's kind of an urban cowboy. He works for Universal. Cool!
Hey, Zane Grey! I come from a city of 200,000, and you have to drive 5 hours to reach a bigger city! (I'm sure he was impressed.)
The training centre is right next to Taco Bell's International Office. So guess where we ate for lunch? Yes, at the Taco Bell food court, where they actually give you a choice (so I didn't eat Taco Bell yet. But I will).
And there are lovely flowers outside. Birds of Paradise flowers growing in a flowerbed. What kind of crazy place is it where you can grow hothouse flowers outside? In MARCH?!?!?
And there are Palm Trees. Palm Trees are the silliest looking trees. And fountains. We're just in the Airport business area, and I'm contemplating not coming home.
On the agenda for this evening? Find Andrea some new clothes. If she has to buy them, she will. See if there's a mall nearby. Find a rich American husband. That's it for tonight.
Oh yes, and learning. We are learning. (We are learning that we are the stupidest people in the class...)
Maybe I'll get Andrea to play with her spiffy new digital camera and we'll see if we can send some pics!
It was an eventful, very long day of travel yesterday. When we got to the airport, they searched my purse (I looked suspicious). When we got to Calgary, I looked fine, but Andrea apparently seemed shifty. They went through her whole bag and made her take off her shoes! Hah! Mad shoe bomber indeed...
I was sitting there, waiting and waiting for her to appear, wondering what had happened. "She was right behind me a minute ago," I thought, wondering if I'd later be relating this story to various news agencies and police officers. Definitely did not want to be the last person to see Andrea! Fortunately, she reappeared a few moments later, with her sneakers freshly laced up.
During our stopover in Denver, Andrea amused me by relating a sad story about her dad's travels and how his luggage didn't arrive on one trip. So, when we got to California, guess whose luggage didn't leave Denver? That's right. Poor Andrea is wearing Day-Old Clothes. She has learned a hard lesson: Carry-on is the way to go. And Sandra D thought I was crazy.
Oh, and I forgot to mention, OUR PLANE BROKE. First, the plane taking us to Calgary was delayed, and then when we got there, our flight to Denver was cancelled and they had to bring in another plane from San Francisco. So we were stuck forever in the Calgary boarding lounge (where there are no cool shops, and nothing to do but count the number of times the same businessman walked past us with his same boring briefcase. Get a new one, dude!). And there were all these poor sad people who missed their flights. Not us, since we had forever between planes anyway.
And special thanks to Shauna, for booking us at the BACK of the plane when we left home. That sucks. It was very noisy. And a crappy little plane. I couldn't carry on my carry-on luggage! Fortunately, when we got to Calgary, the United Airlines lady ripped up our boarding passes (she seemed unimpressed with Air Canada's passes), and reassigned our seats so we were sitting together. We were moved to Security Exit seats on the next two flights. It was an awesome responsibility, but both Andrea and I were sure we'd be the first two off the plane. Throw the door off, and run out onto the wing (taking our luggage with us).
It was 1:00 a.m. (Saskatoon time) before we got to our hotel (they are two hours behind us). I'm on the third floor of the hotel :-( and Andrea is on the 8th. What's up with that? Got free breakfast though.
We got to the training centre and had to register on the 6th floor, which we did. Training was on the 5th floor, and the elevator was taking forever, so we thought, why not take the stairs down one flight? Yes, why not? Because apparently you can't take the stairs to the 5th floor. The doors to all floors are locked. Stupid fire exit. Had to run down all the way back to the main floor and take the elevator all the way back up. I commented to the guy on the elevator (who I later learned was the Vice President of the company), "Did you know that you can't get in from the staircase?" He said he did. I told him, "We didn't."
When we got there, everyone else was already there, so we had to sit in the crappy "loser" seats at the front of the class!!! And neither of our computers worked. Stupid IT people. Typical. :-D
Zane Gray sits behind us in class. He owns two Harleys (probably nicer than Glenn's), and has a third on order. So he's kind of an urban cowboy. He works for Universal. Cool!
Hey, Zane Grey! I come from a city of 200,000, and you have to drive 5 hours to reach a bigger city! (I'm sure he was impressed.)
The training centre is right next to Taco Bell's International Office. So guess where we ate for lunch? Yes, at the Taco Bell food court, where they actually give you a choice (so I didn't eat Taco Bell yet. But I will).
And there are lovely flowers outside. Birds of Paradise flowers growing in a flowerbed. What kind of crazy place is it where you can grow hothouse flowers outside? In MARCH?!?!?
And there are Palm Trees. Palm Trees are the silliest looking trees. And fountains. We're just in the Airport business area, and I'm contemplating not coming home.
On the agenda for this evening? Find Andrea some new clothes. If she has to buy them, she will. See if there's a mall nearby. Find a rich American husband. That's it for tonight.
Oh yes, and learning. We are learning. (We are learning that we are the stupidest people in the class...)
Maybe I'll get Andrea to play with her spiffy new digital camera and we'll see if we can send some pics!
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