August 6th, 2001


Back to work

After 5 weeks of vacation, it was time to go back to work. The good thing about it, is that I only need to work 2 nights, before I've got 6 days off, on the schedule.

Well.. didn't feel anything special going back to work, and it would turn out to be a pretty relaxed night. 2 of the 5 working on our team has vacation these 2 nights, a third were sick, so we were only 2, and starting up, we.. well.. didn't put all we could, into it..
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USA - Prolouge

Well.. it's been a little over a week since I came home from USA, and since I've promised to write about it, and basically kept my mouth pretty shut about it to the one I've been chatting too, saying I'll write about it here, I better get going.

Why I haven't written earlier.. Well.. let's say I used my last week of vacation to rest, because.. even if it wasn't any problem when I went to USA, it was hell getting back home. I've been extremely tired most of the week, and thus very apathetic. First of all, I was awake like 32 - 34 hrs when traveling home, and.. traveling against time, rather than with it, probably has something to do with it as well.

Then I guess I needed the time to collect the thoughts about the trip. I'm still not sure neither what to write nor what I felt about it, but.. I'll try. See what I can come up with..

(To be continued)
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    Blondie - No Exit CD


The first thing I did in USA, basically, was smoking. Being a smoker, and not having smoked since Arlanda Airport, Sweden.. well.. It was about time. I smoke a lot, especially in front of the computer, but for some reason, I don't have much of a problem not smoking for long times. If I'm in a place where I can't smoke, I don't long that much for it. That way, I didn't have that much problem on the flight over the Atlantic. I guess it's psychological rather physical, that way. If I know I can't smoke, I simply don't think I could give my left arm for having a cigarette this minute. At the same time, you kinda "look forward" to the time you know you can have a smoke. Kinda targeting that time. Now I had missed one opportunity during the trip. The plane was very late from Sweden, and the time at Heatrow, London, became very short. I think I should have had about an hour to get between the flights, but as it happened, I had only 30 mins to get from Terminal 1 to Terminal 4, and the right gate. Half running etc, it took exactly 30 mins. Now I didn't had to worry. It took some time before the gate actually opened, and even longer before they closed the gate and take off, but.. you're not exactly willing to gamble on that, and stop and doing things along the way, since I didn't know where the gate was, and how long time it would take to get there.

Between London and Chicago, it was a Boeing 747-400, and gee.. those are BIG! 20 ft (6.1 m) wide, and I'm sure about 165 ft (50 m) long, inside. Since I had row 55, furtherst back in the plane, it was a "long" walk. Now I haven't travelled that long distance with any other than British Airways, I can't compare, but.. I liked BA.

O'Hare. It went surprisingly smooth. For all Americans, it's kinda tough getting into USA for non-americans. Lot's of questions etc to be answered. And.. depending on mood of the controller, it can be heaven or hell getting in. Now it was heaven. The woman I got, had a look at the form I had to fill in, in the plane, a look at the passport, a stamp in it, about 15 seconds, and I were in.. well.. at the baggage area.. Hmm.. I still wonder. If I had been denied entry, what would have happened with my bags?? Well.. Picked up my baggage. I sure was happy about it being there. With the very short time before the flights in London, being late there, one can't help but worry about it. I showed the "custom" paper to the man from agriculture, stating I hadn't visited any farm with mad cow diesease, and didn't bring any fruit or food with me, he nodded, and I was through, and really in USA.


Of course, it's nice that you can fly long distance. Move around the world in mere hrs. Still.. the bad thing about it, is that it's hard to get a sense of moving. Standing outside of Terminal 5 at O'Hare, smoking, and really understand that you're in Chicago, Illinois, USA, America. You kinda have to think it, to believe it.

Next thing was to jump on the bus that would take me to Alamo, and the rental car. It went ok, and soon I was sitting in a '01 Pontiac Sunfire automatic, with Cruise control, AC and CD-player. Time to get out into the traffic.. yikes.. I'm grateful it was a pretty simple way to Vauntess. Just following the "45" upwards, turn right and being there. Went ok, even if I kept one eye on the map and one on the road, basically the whole time, trying to figure out where I were. Basically, it was no problems driving, despite things looking quite different from what you're used to. In Sweden, the area around streets and roads are slightly "cleaner", making it easier to see signs etc.

Well.. I made it there, and met Vauntess. Of course, it's always something special meeting someone you only have seen on a cam and chatted with. Both nice and awkward. Well.. she was nice etc, but she being on work, of course dictated the meeting slightly. Well. spent the evening there, having a look around the neighborhood, etc, before finding myself a Red Roof Inn close by, to sleep in.