Saturday, 05 July 2008 20:43

This morning I went to the Airport at 08:00 in quite hurry. The flight was scheduled at 09:30 and I have to be there at least 30 minutes before take off, to do reservation of course.

I arrived in front of the reservation desk at 08:45. There were already waiting a lot of passengers in the line. But some of them were complaining to the reservation officers. Then a big guy with a bunch of tattoos spread all over his arms, left & right, suddenly talked to me: “The flight is delayed until 15:00, aren’t you mad? No wonder, me too.”

I don’t know exactly about my first impression of this bad news, but at that time I was smiling. Maybe because I was looking at the man in muscles with tattoos is complaining just like my mom was

Then I asked the beautiful reservation officer (a-ha), ignoring the big guy: “why miss?” She answered: “There’s something needs to be fixed on the plane.” And then I replied: “Next time your officers in charge should call the passengers about the delay so you will miss this demonstration of anger.” I hoped she was relieved that not all the passengers throw bad words on her, even though she wasn’t replied, but her smiles confirmed it.

I don’t see the point to be angry, they are just not so lucky to be at the lower level in the chain of commands. The victims of their bosses’ decisions.
While I’m waiting for 6 hours I was enjoying my time with my MP3 player and my company’s notebook. Instead of angry, I’m grateful that the technician found the errors before the plane took off with me inside. Thank you God, I’m still alive.

PS: It turned out the flight delayed again for another 2 hours and it all because off some national sport ceremony, I can only blame the government for their stupid management way, but still...Thank you God, I’m still alive. Look at the bright side.
(Commemorating 7 months of my spine surgery)