Another trip to the fabled land of gauteng.
This time its different though. I got Eddie along for company. We head of early, and Cindi gives us a lift to the airport.
Despite my theory of an airport being the portal for people in perpetual motion, we find the place rather quiet and deserted on this particular Sunday morning. Cindi and I trade our goodbyes and with a final kiss before she cruises away into the rising sun. I watch her go. No sex for two days.
That's what that Shit means.
And jerking off is out of the question since Eddie and I are sharing quarters. We head into the airport and check in.
It's pretty uneventful and theres still an hour to go before lift off.
We get some take away breakfast and head outside so Eddie can suckle some cancer. Its a pleasant enough day, sun shining and temperature rising. The 30 minutes we had left disappear quickly between mouthfuls of chow and before we know it, it's time to run.
We Sprint for the boarding gates, fumble through security and reach our destination just as the folks are starting to queue.
45 minutes later were in the air kissing cape town goodbye.
I never enjoy flying. Not because of the sensation or anything. It's purely the boredom factor.
It is fucking BORING!
I never like sitting in one place for too long especially if some one has told me to.
I'm slightly relieved by Eddie's presence. I at least have some one to chat to. We talk some work, some life, some women, and after a while become silent.
We can do that, Eddie and me, despite the fact that he likes to talk.
He's probably the one colleague at work who has become a friend.
I give him loads of shit, in a professional manner of speaking, but out of work it's all fun.
We got quite a bit of work lined up ahead of us. It is after all a business trip we're on.
I'm going to be installing some kit at two hotels, which should take about two day's and Eddie's going to stay for a week to ease things over with the guest experience. We've been getting a lot of shit of late from the JHB based hotels we deployed our wireless internet solutions at.
It's led to a bit of required face time with the corresponding GMs.
General Managers.
Let me tell you, GM's are all assholes.
They tend to believe that they own you.
In the case of these customers, they think their 3-5 star hotel is Eden reborn.
Fucking cocks.
I hate those people.
Actually, I hate a lot of people.
Especially assholes.
