How I have missed you so.
It has been a wonderful whirlwind, travelling from the vibrant Gatineau area to the familiar prairies of Alberta. Too short of a holiday with Tobie and too many people to see out West. I had to compromise for quality not quantity.
Now I am in my new digs in Northern BC. Staring at the ocean from my wood and brick bungalow, decorated with circa 1970's teal couches and ivory appliances.
My luggage, however, is in Nanaimo, BC.
I realized that things were not good when I was waiting for my connecting flight out of Vancouver and noticed my baggage tags were marked with the wrong last name to the wrong destination. The initial flight customer service agent threw out my bag tags and told me there was no record of my luggage in the system and that there was nothing he could do.
Um. No. Unacceptable.
I had to politely ask him to remove my bag tags from the garbage and return them to me. Thankfully a competent agent came to my rescue and actually made phone calls and tacked away on his keyboard for a while.
Apparently the bags are going to arrive this evening, fingers crossed. My first shift back in the ED wearing scrubs and heels would have been interesting.
Now I must forage for food, nap, and hope that my belongings arrive*.
A bald eagle just flew past my window. Actually. God I love this province.
*Update: Everything has arrived, intact and unmolested. The lady is pleased.