Airplanes and Aging

I'm thinking about flights - traveling - time traveling, something mind unraveling, ya dig?

No, seriously, my boss - an unnamed person who has produced at least one of your favorite (indie) movies if you are 1) a cinephile or 2) human - if going to a film festival this week, and we've been slammed with travel arrangements, last minute changes, and death threats.

People never cease to amaze (read: annoy) me. This woman calls me yesterday with the following rant:

"If we had taken care of this Saturday when we first brought it to your attention, the fare would still be cheap."

Indeed, that is true. But guess what? It wasn't taken care of. And it's now Monday, so we need a new plan. And lower your voice, by the way. There's nothing I can or am willing to do for you - not if you keep that attitude and keep living in the past.

Last night, my boss decides that he would rather take an earlier flight to the film festival. That's fine with me- but our travel lady doesn't send me his itinerary until an hour before his flight. That's all well and good when you're flying domestically and for leisure but for international business? That's cutting it a weee bit closer than I like to play things.

Okay, not my most interesting blog, that's for certain. Maybe it's because I'm kind of hungry. I'm one of those girls that eats alot but is always on a diet. So I'm trying to stop eating so much. I weigh more than I've ever weighed in my whole life right now. I'm in a size 5 now! Jeez, I've gotten huge in the past 18 months - and this is not said with sarcasm or joy. It is said with honest disgust and a bit of self hatred, at this point. I can't seem to halt the weight gain or my obsession with food. In the interim, I have concluded that getting old sucks.