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Wednesday, Back in dear old overcast, rainy Stockholm. Whee. Believe me, you didn't miss much yesterday. The British Airways flight I took from DFW to London was pretty much packed to the gills, so everyone in Steerage was sitting like good little sardines during the flight. I hate flying Coach under normal conditions, but I well and truly loathe it on a transatlantic flight when the plane is full -- no wonder people wind up dying of "Traveler's Trombosis." A word to the airlines -- leg room is a GOOD idea, trust me. Arrgh. Anyway, I sat next to an Ericsson engineer, ironically, and we chatted a bit about the recent layoffs and whatnot all the way to London, where there was a three-hour layover in which I staggered around the shops in my shorts and t-short and scoffed a Burger King meal out of sheer bullheadedness. Then the 2.5 hour flight to Stockholm, a slightly tense moment when I wondered if my luggage was actually going to arrive or was it still at London Gatwick because I was supposed to get it off the belt and transfer it myself (the computer box was the third piece on the belt, thank Boombah), and a quick trundle out to the waiting area where an eager Lyndon and Phil were waiting for their wife and new NetVista, respectively. Phil drove us home while relating TBS stockholder news (apparently they are not pleased with the upper management over the way the company has been run, especially all the layoffs. I wonder if upper management get marched out of their offices when they get fired. Oh, God, I hope so), and then I basically collapsed for about six hours while Lyn went out and did some shopping. When I finally regained verticality, we headed into Gamla Stan for dinner at the Thai place on Lilla Nygatan -- yum! Apart from that, nothing new to report -- no job offers, drat it. At least now I can actually cuddle Lyndon and feel better about it all.
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