When it works at all...

It seems to work alright. That's my brain for you. I get into this wily habit of staring at a wall and forgetting everything else. Figuratively speaking, o'course. But it often leads me down dead ends and very expensive alleyways.

This time it's my plane ticket to Austria. Two months before my time of departure and I FINALLY have a ticket. Why not sooner?

1. Last time I called the British Airways office in Philly, I was left on the receiving end of a never ending stream of elevator music. I never got a person.

2. The BA website wouldn't let me book a ticket for more than 5 months. Seeing as how I need nearly a year, this was trouble.

3. Stumped by number 2 and locked by number 1, I just let the little wheels in my brain spin and churn.

But salvation is at hand! Or, rather, I just snatched it up. Today I was determined to get a ticket by hook or by crook. I had grand plans to take a train or bus to the Swedish airport and march right up to the BA desk and insist to speak with a human. Yet, on an impulse, I decided to try calling the BA desk in Stockholm for one last whirl at humanity. IT WORKED. Within one minute of dialing, I was talking to a 'ather nice Bri'ish woman. She checked prices for me, explained the fee with changing a departure time, and kindly insisted I book via the internet 'cause it was cheaper. I am now the proud owner of a airline ticket. Set it in your calenders - I'm leaving on the 27th of September.

Well. That was my big plan for the day, which turned out to be much less of a hassle than anticipated. What am I going to do with the rest of my day now that months of worry have been simplified by 15 minutes of activity? I swear, I could punch myself.