shatlanta

stupid things:
guy at counter in victoria says “get your baggage when you get into vancouver because you’ll need to pass it through customs in vancouver.”
apparently security is pretty tight in victoria to vancouver flights now, even more so than vancouver to atlanta. figure that one out. in victoria i had to take off a lot more than what i am used to. the girl kept on asking me to take things off so i blurted out “want me to take off my t-shirt too?” and then i smirked. i was pretty uncomfortable and i thought that it was getting ridiculous so i had to say something. she blushed a bit and that was it, i was through.
i arrive in vancouver.
i ask the dude at the baggage counter where my baggage is because it isn’t showing up and he says “it’s coming.”
*waits 1 hour for baggage in vancouver*
again, i ask the dude at the baggage counter where my baggage is and he says “err you been waiting a while. uhh lemme check your piece o paper that tells me everything. oh here go through international customs and then it’ll be on your left.”
*does that*
*sees no baggage, asks*
i am told that there is no baggage there. i am lead through the international customs in reverse and i find air canada so that they can attempt to clear up the situation. they say that my baggage is going straight through to atlanta and that i can clear it there before going to tampa bay.
ooooookay!
did you know that milestones in the vancouver international airport is only open until 9 pm? did you care? no. but when your red eye flight to atlanta has no in-flight meal, you are probably interested in eating before you do not eat for several hours. luckily i was able to slip in under the wire and eat a fantastic steak with veggies. mmm it was good. i have some granola bars just in case i should get hungry in atlanta, but red meat takes forever to digest so i should be alright.
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okay let me tell you about atlanta, holy what a boondoggle this was. i got in with 1.5 hours to do the get baggage, transfer baggage, go through customs, go through security, get boarding pass, enter plane.
atlanta has to be the worst airport I’ve ever been in. big long lineups for everything. even at 6 in the morning.. it was nuts. i almost missed my flight because their domestic inspection (which, again, was a joke) took forever. nobody working there really seemed to care either. then i was selected for a “random” search at customs (who are they kidding with the word random?). that took more time out of the equation and after this i had to take a train all the way across the airport (it’s huge) to get to my plane. so i did that and ran to my gate with 4 minutes before departure. yeah that’s right, 4 minutes at full throttle. what a horrid airport. lucky for me delta/atlanta is a boondoggle in all regards and the flight had been delayed by 40 minutes.
i made a new friend! we had some interesting discussions. her name is gloria and she’s from anchorage alaska and could tell where i was from by my “accent.” sure aboot that eh!?
so i am in sarasota, florida now and it’s pretty sweet. instead of leaving the windows open to heat up the neighbourhood, you leave windows open to warm the place up. yeah it’s warm here and it always blows my mind that when i step outside, it’s warmer. my first thought is that the building i stepped out of is radiating heat. and then it doesn’t go away. and it’s all “nice, i like!”
i didn’t sleep all night and now i am drinking coffee. krishen has the same computer and monitor set up as me, and also the same chair, but not the same desk. my desk is better. haha. ok it turns out that it is the same desk but different configuration. but he has an isight and his computer isn’t overheating and it’s faster than mine by a bit now with his most recent upgrade so i am a bit jealous. shut up!
we’re going to go check out the town and see what is cool there. paint the town rad.
ps: my mom does not approve of the language in this post.