First, I am forced to figure out how to use Blogger in Danish... all the usual buttons and levers are here, but they now have Dansk words. I need Hjaelp to Log ud or vis blog or indstillinger or skabelon. Sheesh. Second, that corn phallus is courtesy of Terminal E at the Atlanta airport. I have not worked out what the hell it has to do with Georgia... or international flights. But it is the dirtiest looking cob I've ever seen in my life. I get that it's supposed to look like a plane... but it doesn't. It looks like the beginnings of a very weak plot for sci-fi porn.
I'm in Copenhagen airport, which up until my last visit in July was a bastion of smoking goodness. They had these wonderful little kiosks all over the place that would suck smoke away through vents. Well, the nonsmoking ban is in effect and it is all gone. THIS is why I need to quit.
Oh! The sun has just come out. It's been raining since I arrived at 8:30 a.m. Hurray! Denmark is lovely when it is sunny.
It's 11 a.m. here and I'm waiting on a noon flight. There was a baby a couple rows back on the flight from Atlanta who had a very rough trip. So we all had a very rough trip. I'm tired and riding on caffeine. Straight to the office when I do get to where I'm going. Sure, you think it's all glamor and whirlpool tubs, don't you? Nope. More like delayed flights, overpriced and crappy coffee and screaming babies. Still, I wouldn't trade it for the copy desk and a million dollars. Hmmm, well maybe a million dollars, but surely not for less than that. Well, maybe like $500,000 if it was tax-free. Call me, we'll talk. But I need weekends off.
2 comments:
Wow. Corn. Why, I ask, why?
No, you wouldn't trade it for the copy desk for a million dollars.
Trust me.
Think back to life sitting in the cube next to me (well, that part must have been great!) but remember all the crap we went through? Remember Papa Gannett?
I know, you just got a case of the Huzzzzzzz.
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