Well, if you haven’t heard this before, you will hear it now. There is such a thing as being Catlin-esque. I didn’t invent the term, in fact, no one in my immediate family did. One of my aunts did.
The term takes on different meanings for different members of the family, but mostly it has to do with pulling things together at the last possible second, and them working about half way right.
Today was bass ackwards for that, because nothing worked out well, but it started well.
I’m sitting here, at my appartment, I’m susposed to be on a plane right now, somewhere over either nebraska or nevada, I’ll explain the OR part shortly.
As you have guessed, I missed my flight. I missed it because there have been no less than 4 flight itneraries emailed to my wife over the last couple of months. One said we had a flight out of Minneapolis into LAX on Northwestern Airlines at 5:22 PM, the other was Sun Country at 3:30 PM. I showed up to the airport at 3 thinking I was on the fligt at 5:22, we were actually on the 3:30 PM. We were in one terminal, our ticket counter was in the other. The problem is that it took a tram, and a light-rail ride then a walk outside in -1 degree (or colder) weather. When we got this all sorted out and made it through all this crap, it was exactly 3:43, bags were on the plan already, and the flight for San Diego was already boarded as well. My new flight leaves at 6 AM tomorrow. I will be arriving around 4:30 AM to make sure I get properly booked for my seats on that flight.
This is my brand of Catlin-esque. I’m actually good at this stuff, keeping track of iteneraries, making sure I get to the right place against all odds, but for some reason, marriage has brought me to being bad at it. That is the irony that makes this Catlin-esque. That, and I was having an amazing day this morning, the cars parted from out of my way on the freeway, like the Red Sea or something. Almost all the lights turned green right in front me, like far enough to not have to slow down. Then, it all slowly sneaks up on you, and *!WHAM!* it hits you like a proffessional hit man in the back of your head.
That also, is Catlin-esque.
That is my day, and now I am fluctuating between totally annoyed and amused. It actually switched in the middle of this post, it will probably switch back again soon.
rschmit says
Yeah, blame your marriage. Not the fact that you’re an idiot and can’t read your ticket info.
gmurph says
I’ll be ariving extra early now so that doesn’t happen tomorrow. NO CATLINESQUE!! And no Murphy’s law! Wonder which is worse? Now there’s a live journal discussion.
ca_chick says
i hear OR is a tyght place to visit…