Miami
They wanted me in Miami an hour ago. It is Wednesday and I have made plans for a flight to Miami International to arrive at 9:15am tomorrow. I will see Teresa and Becca tonight and then after Teresa drops me off at the airport in the morning I won’t see much of them until December. It’s only a little more than 2 weeks but it sounds much more dramatic to say it like that.
Larry wants me there over the weekend to handle any call-out troubles. I’ll fly back in on Wednesday but I’ll never leave the airport. I am flying out to Pittsburgh at 4pm. Lots of airport time on the day before Thanksgiving… No stress there right? I’ll get back from Pennsylvania on Monday night, sleep at home and fly back to Miami on Tuesday morning. Luckily, the plan is for me to fly back home Wednesday evening.
I don’t really want to go but with all the uncertainty about our jobs, I take it as a good sign that they want to send me to there. Not only will it keep me “gainfully employed” and under the radar but I am also a little excited about WHY I’m going down there. The new contractors weren’t ready to take over like they planned. It was not really said but heavily implied that Carl, (the old ASL; my equivalent) is not really up to the challenge of this transition so they are flying me in to kind of take the reigns without really making a fuss out of it. I can do that. I just wish it didn’t involve staying over the weekend.
It’s started already. I booked the flight and hotel and then found out I have to do all of that on-line through the company website. I couldn’t cancel the flight, well, I could but they were charging me for the flight anyway…
I called the on-line reservations because I didn’t have a log-on. They booked the car rental but couldn’t find a hotel within 100 miles. The hurricane damage has all the hotels booked through FEMA and there is also the Homestead 500 race this weekend. They said it’s like the Super Bowl of NASCAR. I wouldn’t know. So after much searching, the lady calls me back and says they found a “boutique hotel” on South Beach. I don’t know what to expect but it’s better than sleeping in the car.
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