Sometimes you get a Crap Thursday before a Good Friday. Work had gone well, the last day of the shift being typically busy with meetings and hand-overs to the oncoming crew and it was with the usual sense of relief that I headed into town for the flight back to Townsville. That's when everything started to go a bit pear-shaped.
One of our Cairns bound planes had just started its run-up when the right wheel locked up sending the plane off the runway at right angles. Mercifully this happened while he was travelling slowly. I dread to think what might have befallen the plane and passengers if this had happened just prior to take-off. So there it sat, marooned on the edge of the runway, going nowhere fast. Meanwhile, our Townsville plane, which was an hour late started flying in circles overhead waiting to see if we could get this thing clear of the bitumen strip. We eventually did, courtesy of a lot of pushing and rocking and a 4WD with a snatch-strap.
I eventually got to Townsville, but so late that I had to cancel a much-anticipated pizza and wine dinner with some good friends.
So I went to the Scottish Restaurant in Flinders Mall just before they closed for the night. I asked for a McFeast (now they've finally deigned to serve it again after x years where x is a very large number) but they declined to cook one for me. So much for fast-food, I wasn't going to order a three course meal for crying out loud. So I went to the Cowboys Club.
The Cowboys Club insisted my membership had expired. I'm damned certain it was a lot less than 5 years ago when I opted for the 5 years membership renewal option.
The hotel I had made a booking for through Wotif had no record of my booking.
I ended up having yoghurt and fruit juice for dinner.
Friday has been considerably better, good in fact. Apart from the having to get up at 4.15 bit.