Still Not Home

The flight from Antananarivo was delayed and I missed the connection to JFK.

The South African Air transfer desk was less than helpful, especially as I am traveling on a frequent flyer ticket. For example, they insisted I had to go to the other ticket office, but would not tell me where that was.

They did eventually put all of us who had missed our connections in a hotel.
Since they didn't actually rebook me last night, I came to the airport fairly
early this morning - which surprised the ticketing agent who had no problem
booking me direct to IAD. I have a boarding pass and the flight boards in a couple of hours, so I am hopeful.

As I have said before, this is the 21st century. I am reasonably sure I was
promised that we would have teleportation by now.

Home, Sweet Home

I got to IAD at about 6 this morning. More surprisingly, so did my bag. As usual, immigration and customs were very quick and, since I treated myself to a taxi versus public transit, I was home before 7 a.m. I showered, changed clothes, ran over to the post office to pick up my held mail, and then went to work.

Which mostly involved a staff meeting at my corporate office and a pizza party at my government office. The latter office provided two surprises. First, my colleagues had filled my office with balloons for my birthday. Less pleasantly, the help desk folks had taken my computer, which was allegedly causing "some problem on the network." No word on when they will bring it back. I did use somebody else's computer to look at email, but it is still annoying. They didn't even leave a note or send an email with a ticket number.