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Well, I got back into Baltimore last night, an hour and a half early, but still with a delayed flight.
So, sadly, Colorado was mostly boring. I was insanely tired no matter how much I slept and in the end, the class material ran about 600 pages. I couldn't even get away form it when I slept- ever night, I dreamed of standards and protocols- Asymetrical Transfer Mode in particular. On the upside, information that I dreamed of was correct to the best of my memory, so I guess it's an indication that I was absorbing the information and remembering it?
The one fun part was Thursday night when I got to meet![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
georgiamagnolia for coffee. We swapped amusing stories for a while before I had to go back to the hotel and get ready to check out in the morning.
I had called the airline thursday night to see if there was a flight earlier than mine- 640 PM, getting into Baltimore at 1155pm. Class was going to be out at about noon, I didn't feel like waiting for seven hours. The airline said there was a direct flight at 235, and one requiring a plane change in Chicago leaving at 325, getting into Baltimore at 1035. Thursday night, there were still plenty of seats left on both flights. I wanted to change my reservation then and there, but I wasn't completely sure that I would get to the airport on time. I wish now that I'd changed it.
I got checked in before 1pm, the flight was full and over by two people, so the ticketing agent put me on standby and seemed pretty certain that I would still be able to get on the flight. I got through security pretty quickly and to the gate. Unfortunately, everyone who bought a ticket checked in and they denied boarding to a ticketed passenger. So they gave me the gate for the next flight and transferred me to it- the flight was only about 2/3 full to Chicago and the flight to Baltimore was even emptier.
Got to the gate, got checked in. Suddenly there were a whole lot of people lining up, and an announcement that the flight would be delayed. Of course. It had to happen. All these people lining up were en route to Chicago on another plane that landed due to mechanical issues. Fast forward through the airplane gate minutiae, I did get on the plane, it landed in plenty of time for me to get to the gate for the flight to Baltimore, get a boarding pass (the agent couldn't figure out why they didn't give me one in Denver all the way to Baltimore) and then go and get a Chicago postcard. Flight landed in BWI, where I was met bychironcentaur and dcnblus, got my bag from the baggage check (they had sent it on the 235 flight) and we went home, and before too long, Gavin and I were sleeping.
I was so happy to be home except for one thing- our heating isn't working. It's been alternately working and not working for a few weeks now. Every time we call the landlord, he does something, it starts working again, then stops again. This past week it wasn't working again. I called Bill, let him know what was going on, he brought up a space heater, though Gavin waiting to use it. We plugged it in and turned it on last night, and the lights started flickering- brighter and dimmer every 2-3 minutes, and the fan running in the room for white noise got louder and softer.
This evening, we went out for some groceries and on the way out, talked to our downstairs neighbor. She says that these issues have always existed, and she's lived here for five years. It's an old building, so no real surprise there. Came back home and turned on the kitchen light to make some dinner...damned if the light bulb didn't blow. Gavin found another light bulb, and replaced the blown one. When she flipped the switch to turn on the light again, it didn't turn on. Instead, the lights in the dining room and the hallway dimmed to the point that there was just a bit of glowing in the base of the light bulb. She flipped the switch off and those lights came back on. Flipped it on one more time and the same thing happened...only this time, smoke started coming from the kitchen light and we heard sizzling. Turned it off immediately and didn't touch it again.
I immediately called the landlord and left a message asking him to get back to me as soon as possible. He called me back within a few minutes, I gave him the story and well, he was understandably not happy to hear it. So...he's going to be out tomorrow morning to check it out.
*Sigh* Why can't things just work? Things just worked at the house on Calvert street. Then we moved out to the ghetto and back and there have been problems since. At least this landlord is trying to fix things, unlike the last place.
So, sadly, Colorado was mostly boring. I was insanely tired no matter how much I slept and in the end, the class material ran about 600 pages. I couldn't even get away form it when I slept- ever night, I dreamed of standards and protocols- Asymetrical Transfer Mode in particular. On the upside, information that I dreamed of was correct to the best of my memory, so I guess it's an indication that I was absorbing the information and remembering it?
The one fun part was Thursday night when I got to meet
georgiamagnolia for coffee. We swapped amusing stories for a while before I had to go back to the hotel and get ready to check out in the morning.I had called the airline thursday night to see if there was a flight earlier than mine- 640 PM, getting into Baltimore at 1155pm. Class was going to be out at about noon, I didn't feel like waiting for seven hours. The airline said there was a direct flight at 235, and one requiring a plane change in Chicago leaving at 325, getting into Baltimore at 1035. Thursday night, there were still plenty of seats left on both flights. I wanted to change my reservation then and there, but I wasn't completely sure that I would get to the airport on time. I wish now that I'd changed it.
I got checked in before 1pm, the flight was full and over by two people, so the ticketing agent put me on standby and seemed pretty certain that I would still be able to get on the flight. I got through security pretty quickly and to the gate. Unfortunately, everyone who bought a ticket checked in and they denied boarding to a ticketed passenger. So they gave me the gate for the next flight and transferred me to it- the flight was only about 2/3 full to Chicago and the flight to Baltimore was even emptier.
Got to the gate, got checked in. Suddenly there were a whole lot of people lining up, and an announcement that the flight would be delayed. Of course. It had to happen. All these people lining up were en route to Chicago on another plane that landed due to mechanical issues. Fast forward through the airplane gate minutiae, I did get on the plane, it landed in plenty of time for me to get to the gate for the flight to Baltimore, get a boarding pass (the agent couldn't figure out why they didn't give me one in Denver all the way to Baltimore) and then go and get a Chicago postcard. Flight landed in BWI, where I was met by
chironcentaur and dcnblus, got my bag from the baggage check (they had sent it on the 235 flight) and we went home, and before too long, Gavin and I were sleeping. I was so happy to be home except for one thing- our heating isn't working. It's been alternately working and not working for a few weeks now. Every time we call the landlord, he does something, it starts working again, then stops again. This past week it wasn't working again. I called Bill, let him know what was going on, he brought up a space heater, though Gavin waiting to use it. We plugged it in and turned it on last night, and the lights started flickering- brighter and dimmer every 2-3 minutes, and the fan running in the room for white noise got louder and softer.
This evening, we went out for some groceries and on the way out, talked to our downstairs neighbor. She says that these issues have always existed, and she's lived here for five years. It's an old building, so no real surprise there. Came back home and turned on the kitchen light to make some dinner...damned if the light bulb didn't blow. Gavin found another light bulb, and replaced the blown one. When she flipped the switch to turn on the light again, it didn't turn on. Instead, the lights in the dining room and the hallway dimmed to the point that there was just a bit of glowing in the base of the light bulb. She flipped the switch off and those lights came back on. Flipped it on one more time and the same thing happened...only this time, smoke started coming from the kitchen light and we heard sizzling. Turned it off immediately and didn't touch it again.
I immediately called the landlord and left a message asking him to get back to me as soon as possible. He called me back within a few minutes, I gave him the story and well, he was understandably not happy to hear it. So...he's going to be out tomorrow morning to check it out.
*Sigh* Why can't things just work? Things just worked at the house on Calvert street. Then we moved out to the ghetto and back and there have been problems since. At least this landlord is trying to fix things, unlike the last place.
