[travel] Like desperadoes waiting for a plane

At SFO. The United economy check-in here is a magnificent example of how corporate systems go wrong when cost cutting becomes the absolute priority. Fifty automated check-in machines, half a dozen line wranglers to get people to the available machines, and four guys behind the counter racing back and forth to tag the bags. So while they’re shoving people into the machines, no one can get back out of the machines because the taggers are so far behind, because they’re badly undermanned. This trip continues to remind me why I try very hard to never fly the Friendly Skies.

Going offline shortly to await boarding and get jiggy on Tourbillon. I believe I’ll start this book with an epigram:

And I will break the pride of your power; and I will make your heaven as iron, and your earth as brass:
    —Leviticus 26:19

I’ll be tracking both word count and hours-of-effort, and I’m not sure how my post-cancer writing process will influence my raw word count throughput. As usual when I am in first draft mode, expect daily updates but otherwise irregular blogging.