Well, I'm finally on a flight on the way home after a few days in Sydney. And it hasn't exactly been a smooth visit... Starting yesterday morning, here's a rundown of events:

• Woke up late (only a few minutes)
• My necklace broke (the lucky necklace) when I was putting it on
• My usual driver, who was supposed to take me to the airport at 6am, forgot and slept in.
• I called a taxi that arrived at 6:15am, who proceeded to drive quite slowly to the airport (he also told me how great John Howard was)
• I ran to catch my flight, only to find it had been delayed from 7:15am to 8:30am (Sydney only had one runway open due to gale force winds)
• I managed to get on a flight leaving at 8am, thinking might yet make it for my very important business meeting at 10am in the CBD
• Of course, our flight was then delayed for 30 minutes in the air...
• I arrived in Sydney at 9:50am, caught a taxi to the city, got there around 10:15am
• Had my meeting (went well), while back at home, we had a plumbing disaster (toilet blocked, emergency callout, as you can probably guess, not a cheap event)
• Had another important presentation late afternoon, was directed to the wrong location (e.g. another building, 10 minutes from where I was currently was). Discovered this 5 minutes before the start of the presentation. High tailed it.

That was yesterday. Today has been relatively more successful, however I have still:

• Turned up 30 minutes early for a meeting (e.g. could've slept in)
• Almost missed my flight home (checked in 5 minutes before departure)
• Am currently sitting in the very back row of the smelliest (smells like a fucking toilet... oh wait, I'm sitting next to a toilet!), most cramped plane I've been on in a while

Fuck I'm looking forward to getting home.

P.S. I can't believe it... the captain literally just this minute advised us that we've been delayed by Air traffic control for 15 minutes. That's awesome.