I’m posting this from Denver airport from one of my beloved Shibby kiosks, between planes on my way to Laramie.

I obviously made my plane in Burbank; in fact I made it with something like 45 minutes to spare, so I ended up killing all the flex time I was trying to avoid. Either my math was off or the whole cab call/ride/pay/check-in thing went faster than I expected.

But… Here I am, Shibby-fying. Woo. And now I’m off to Terminal A to kill an hour or so before my flight to Laramie.

Oh, the glamor of business travel. I’m going to miss it.

Not.

Although I will miss Shibby. I think it’s cool.

Sigh… I’m going out on the road again today. Laramie, WY this time, and this is actually going to be the last time — my job’s over when I complete this conversion and then it’s on to the next one … when I find the next one.

I really don’t want to go this time. This site is being a complete pain in the ass, for one thing, and I’m just done with traveling for another. Consequently, I’m sitting here writing an entry instead of calling for a cab.

My flight is at 11:09 and it’s nearly 9:30 now. I figure it’ll take the cab probably 20 minutes to get here when I get around to calling it, then it’ll take about 20 minutes to get to the airport, then maybe 10 minutes to get checked in (I’m an old pro at this, trust me), then 5 minutes to get to my gate. Hmm… Doing the math here… 20+20+10+5 = 55 minutes. 9:30 + 55 minutes = 10:25 – 11:09 = about 45 minutes of downtime pre-take off.

I’ve still got time. I wonder what’s on TV.