munitalP
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Melbourne – Gold Coast
(Sunday 22nd April 2007) - I’m about to embark upon a road of pain, suffering and acceptance to manhood. I will throw all comfort away while seeking enlightenment, I will offer my sole to the Gods (so be it only the little minor Gods), I will put up with exhaustion, hunger and pain, I will fly Jetstar!
Ok, so the flight was worse than that, but there’s nothing like understating the actual event.
A 0800 Monday morning meeting at Mudgeeraba put me in the usual situation of having to travel interstate the previous day to make the deadline. I originally booked my flights through our psychotic corporate travel agent in WA – these were JQ442 and QF637 (BNE/MEL). Normally I would QF both ways to BNE but to be honest, I just couldn’t be bothered with the drive from BNE to Surfers where I was staying.
My original flight was for a late PM departure until Mrs! saw a Jetstar itinerary to the Gold Coast. She offered a direct challenge to me – take her with me or she was going to tear my head off – she won. I booked an earlier flight over the internet for her then rang Jetstar to change my flight. Being a flexible flight I thought that this wouldn’t be an issue and it wasn’t. I spoke with a very pleasant person at Jetstar who immediately arranged my flight to match my wife’s and ensured seats 2E and 2F were assigned to us.
My dog’s malting at the moment – anyone who knows what a Malamute is will know that this is a understatement for the word mess. My dog had been in the back of my Patrol a couple of times recently so I had three choices available to me, these were - 1. Find a cold homeless person and give them all my dogs fur to keep them warm on cold nights (my wife nipped this idea in the bud), 2. Have my wife clean it up 3. Leave the car at airport parking and have them clean it. As I’m sure ya’ll guess, number 3 won…
(Sunday 22nd April 2007) - I’m about to embark upon a road of pain, suffering and acceptance to manhood. I will throw all comfort away while seeking enlightenment, I will offer my sole to the Gods (so be it only the little minor Gods), I will put up with exhaustion, hunger and pain, I will fly Jetstar!
Ok, so the flight was worse than that, but there’s nothing like understating the actual event.
A 0800 Monday morning meeting at Mudgeeraba put me in the usual situation of having to travel interstate the previous day to make the deadline. I originally booked my flights through our psychotic corporate travel agent in WA – these were JQ442 and QF637 (BNE/MEL). Normally I would QF both ways to BNE but to be honest, I just couldn’t be bothered with the drive from BNE to Surfers where I was staying.
My original flight was for a late PM departure until Mrs! saw a Jetstar itinerary to the Gold Coast. She offered a direct challenge to me – take her with me or she was going to tear my head off – she won. I booked an earlier flight over the internet for her then rang Jetstar to change my flight. Being a flexible flight I thought that this wouldn’t be an issue and it wasn’t. I spoke with a very pleasant person at Jetstar who immediately arranged my flight to match my wife’s and ensured seats 2E and 2F were assigned to us.
My dog’s malting at the moment – anyone who knows what a Malamute is will know that this is a understatement for the word mess. My dog had been in the back of my Patrol a couple of times recently so I had three choices available to me, these were - 1. Find a cold homeless person and give them all my dogs fur to keep them warm on cold nights (my wife nipped this idea in the bud), 2. Have my wife clean it up 3. Leave the car at airport parking and have them clean it. As I’m sure ya’ll guess, number 3 won…