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his coat the same brown
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September 2010
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Missing Left Sock Beast [userpic]
Holidailies, day 14: People aren't as bad as we think

I'm still pondering a couple of other topics that have been suggested to me. However, as it has not been a quiet week here at Lake Woebegone $employer, I thought I would share the adventure that it has been.

First of all, the weather has not been cooperating. They keep telling us it's going to snow, and then it doesn't snow, instead settling for high winds and freezing temperatures (it's a positively balmy 50 degrees F right now). Apparently, some airlines have more timid pilots than other airlines.

Our department at $employer is hosting a Fairly Important Person from China today. FIP, however, was on a plane that was re-routed to a smallish-but-major city on the other side of the mountains from us last night, since the winds were very, very high. Several other persons here flew back from other destinations on different airlines and arrived home - later than they thought, but they got here. FIP was stranded in a strange city, where they had no contacts, and which we could not get to because the roads over the mountains were closed due to snow.

I arrived at work this morning, and received notification that we had no idea where FIP was.

Yes, somehow "we" managed to lose an entire person.

(A momentary digression. A couple of years ago, my family went to Disneyworld for the first time. One night, when we had walked over to Downtown Disney to do some shopping, I got distracted by a book about the history of the Haunted Mansion. My family continued deeper into the store. My cell phone had apparently died at some point during the day. When they finally re-located me, I looked at my father and said, "I wasn't lost. I knew exactly where I was.")

Scientist-who-I-call-my-boss was, understandably, freaking out about this, particularly since the last thing SWICMB had heard was that he was going to try to catch a bus. I rallied my part-time co-worker, we figured out who needed to be in the loop that: a) we had no idea where FIP was, and b) we had no idea if or when FIP was going to arrive at $employer. Co-worker and I had just finished making that first round of calls when my phone rang.

"Hi," the nice-sounding woman on the other end of the line said, "my name is Mrs. Rescuer. I wanted to let you know that we have FIP, and that we just crossed $MountainPass, and we should have him to you in about an hour."

Oh. Well, okay then.

Turns out that this couple had been on the re-routed flight with FIP and had offered not only to bring him to $employer (since, in Mrs. Rescuer's words, "[they] wanted to get to Reno, too"), but had also offered to pay for FIP's hotel room in smallish-but-major-city one state over.

By 10:30 all the excitement was over. FIP was safely with us, and the Rescuers had gone on their merry way home.

I suppose this qualifies as a Holiday story of a sort, though I'm reluctant to chalk the Rescuers' actions up to "the Christmas Spirit." I'd rather believe that they are kind people who would have done the same at any time of year.

Feeling:: soreheadachey
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Awesome.

I think they were cannibals but just wasn't in the mood for chinese food, so they thought what the hell and brough FIP to $employer. Are you missing any coworkers?

Thank you, foggy, I needed the laugh!