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It's official. I'm heading up to Sydney on Thursday, the 27 of Feb with a return flight after my training on Friday at around 6pm.
My current sneaky plan is to let the boss organise the flights, and then call up the airline and try to rearrange them for Saturday or Sunday... That way, I have a chance to meet some of the Sydney Slashers (don't ask me why, but that term just makes me think of them as a basketball team... or possibly netball, in tiny skirts!).
After I rearrange the flight details (if I can and they're not booked out), I'm going to put out a general cry for accomodation. (As in: "Can I crash with anyone for the Friday night? Pretty please?") ^.^
Off to run errands...
...really.
My current sneaky plan is to let the boss organise the flights, and then call up the airline and try to rearrange them for Saturday or Sunday... That way, I have a chance to meet some of the Sydney Slashers (don't ask me why, but that term just makes me think of them as a basketball team... or possibly netball, in tiny skirts!).
After I rearrange the flight details (if I can and they're not booked out), I'm going to put out a general cry for accomodation. (As in: "Can I crash with anyone for the Friday night? Pretty please?") ^.^
Off to run errands...
...really.
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(Unfortunately, I have the sinking feeling that work is going to be as cheap as possible and get non-refundable/non-exchangable tickets...)
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*sniggers* Okay, that description is just making me think of Sam Gamgee. Next, you'll tell me that they're very handy with a frying pan!
And now I have the mental image of little rats equiped with tiny little frying pans and roaming the countryside...