Was this not the PTR you were expecting?
My, my. Getting kinda dullsville around here. What to do... what to do...
Oxygen masks tumbled from the ceiling,
people frantically grabbed for the swaying masks.
It wasn't easy.
The plane rocked violently through all of its axes.
Forgetting the safety briefing,
panicked parents tried to fit the masks over their children's faces first.
Overhead bins flew open scattering their contents
on the unwary heads of the passengers below.
Every loose item became a missile with deadly force.
The pandemonium muted the alarms blaring from the cockpit.
Flight attendants clawed frantically at seatbacks
as they tried to shout over the noise.
"Brace! Brace! Brace!"
Is this how it ends?
Wow. Pretty macabre.
Probably not the type of TV show you want to watch
when you're flying over the Pacific on the way to Hawaii.
(Although I did once watch a Mayday episode mid-flight.)
Kinda makes you want to take a boat, no?
At least, that's what the passengers on the Titanic thought.
Well, okay. Maybe they weren't thinking of flying,
at least not in a realistic sense... for another 24 years.
And given the state of navigation in 1936,
I think I'd take a boat anyway.
Then again... not as many icebergs in the sky.
Oh, sure. On occasion one does encounter "cumulo granite"
and it just ruins one's day.
On the bright side, if anything should happen
(knock on wood, rub lucky rabbit's foot, squeeze four leaf clover)
I'm going to look like a freaking seer!
"Hey! Do you remember when the Oracle pkondz was on the DIS?"
"Why yes, I do! He was amazing! And so handsome and charming too!"
So... Maui.
Less than two weeks away.
And I can firmly say that I am in no way shape or form
remotely ready.
Let's see... what do I need to do still....
Hmmm... only everything!
Bah. It'll either work out or it won't.
What do I care?
The way I see it, I've been working almost non-stop since January 6th.
Let's see.... 30 shifts in the past 30 days.
(I took one day for a family matter and had to call in sick for two days.
Oh. And before you tell me my math's off and that's not possible,
we can work 16hours straight in a day)
I get Saturday off (so far!) then back for 10 more days, or 8 shifts
(two (non-consecutive) days off! Woot!)
and then we're off!
Hang on... Gotta check if I closed all my parentheses...
Okay. I'm good.
The joys of being short staffed.
Don't feel too sorry for me.
We get well compensated for our labours.
But I am looking forward to A WHOLE SIX DAYS OFF!!!!
So write about now (see what I did there?) is where
the PTR portion of the TR happens.
You know:
Where are we staying, what are we doing, what will we be eating.
The usual.
I hate that.
For me PTR stands for Pain in The Rear.
Don't get me wrong.
If you're writing a PTR right now, that's fine.
It's just that I prefer not to.
Plus it's impossible to run a contest
if I've already given you the answers.
Well, okay. It's quite possible, but I just prefer not to.
(This in no way should be interpreted to mean
that I am running another contest.
I don't know yet.)
So I'm basically telling you... nothing.
Oh, I will tell you that we're leaving on the 17th,
and returning on the 22nd.
I mean you have to know when to start
harassing me for the new TR, right?
Well... maybe not.
I will tell you this, too.
Don't expect too much.
I've mentioned how our Canadian dollar
is tanking against the US greenback.
So those already exorbitant excursions have just gone from
ridiculously expensive to Bill Gates-would-think-twice expensive.
Will we do any? At this moment right now... I don't know.
Honest. I really don't.
Oh. I can tell you this, too.
I don't think I've ever gone on vacation less prepared
than I am for this one.
I do know a couple of things.
Like what the
(knock on wood, rub lucky rabbit's foot, squeeze four leaf clover)
I'm going to look like a freaking seer!
"Hey! Do you remember when the Oracle pkondz was on the DIS?"
"Why yes, I do! He was amazing! And so handsome and charming too!"
So... Maui.
Less than two weeks away.
And I can firmly say that I am in no way shape or form
remotely ready.
Let's see... what do I need to do still....
Hmmm... only everything!
Bah. It'll either work out or it won't.
What do I care?
The way I see it, I've been working almost non-stop since January 6th.
Let's see.... 30 shifts in the past 30 days.
(I took one day for a family matter and had to call in sick for two days.
Oh. And before you tell me my math's off and that's not possible,
we can work 16hours straight in a day)
I get Saturday off (so far!) then back for 10 more days, or 8 shifts
(two (non-consecutive) days off! Woot!)
and then we're off!
Hang on... Gotta check if I closed all my parentheses...
Okay. I'm good.
The joys of being short staffed.
Don't feel too sorry for me.
We get well compensated for our labours.
But I am looking forward to A WHOLE SIX DAYS OFF!!!!
So write about now (see what I did there?) is where
the PTR portion of the TR happens.
You know:
Where are we staying, what are we doing, what will we be eating.
The usual.
I hate that.
For me PTR stands for Pain in The Rear.
Don't get me wrong.
If you're writing a PTR right now, that's fine.
It's just that I prefer not to.
Plus it's impossible to run a contest
if I've already given you the answers.
Well, okay. It's quite possible, but I just prefer not to.
(This in no way should be interpreted to mean
that I am running another contest.
I don't know yet.)
So I'm basically telling you... nothing.
Oh, I will tell you that we're leaving on the 17th,
and returning on the 22nd.
I mean you have to know when to start
harassing me for the new TR, right?
Well... maybe not.
I will tell you this, too.
Don't expect too much.
I've mentioned how our Canadian dollar
is tanking against the US greenback.
So those already exorbitant excursions have just gone from
ridiculously expensive to Bill Gates-would-think-twice expensive.
Will we do any? At this moment right now... I don't know.
Honest. I really don't.
Oh. I can tell you this, too.
I don't think I've ever gone on vacation less prepared
than I am for this one.
I do know a couple of things.
Like what the top Maui attractions are.
But that's about it.
I just can't get into the whole "planning" thing.
I'm too burned out.
I pick up my overly priced tour book that I bought and...
put it down again and binge watch Netflix instead.
I think my brain is telling me it wants to stop thinking.
I agree with my brain.
This is important.
This is a first.