Fuck jetlag
I woke up stressed this morning because subconciously I know that any moment now I am heading back. The stag night and the wedding have done nothing for my jetlag, I still have no idea what day it is, what time of day it is and what have you, but I’m about to make it worse by travelling back, with the added bonus that we fly against the turning of the earth this time, so it will take that little bit longer. I arrive back in Hilo around 11pm on sunday and am back into work the next morning. I should really email someone and say that I’ll be late into work, probably someone at work, yeah that’ll do it, but with my boss away ( at least I assume he was away, his wife was due to go into labour last monday, and I was still receiving emails from them on thursday ? ) I’m not sure who I should ring, maybe I’ll have to go up the hierarchy.
Long haul travel is like some endurance race, it is mentally and physically exhausting, and as you can probably tell, I don’t do jet lag well. Airport security is just the icing-on-the-cake, it really adds-insult-to-injury.
On the downside, I didn’t get over to Man-chest-hair and I didn’t see Rosie … err … one of the Rosie’s, on the upside I have ample supplies of mushy peas, baked beans, french fancies and Golden Virginia for those that asked for them.
My brother was over in Barcelona recently and brought me back a generic coffee tin with the word “Gunpowder” written in marker pen on the bottom. I have been trying to decide wether or not it is worth taking it back with me, I really do not want to be refused entrance at the moment.
August 24th, 2006 at 11:53 am
YEEEAAAH mushy peas and baked beans! Safe return back to Hilo.