I’m on a plane! To Singapore. Well, Hong Kong really. And then onwards to Singapore. I cashed in a gazillion miles and I’m flying FIRST CLASS. If you’re going to fly 22.5 hours…well, I could do it so I did it. Trust me, most of the time, I’m at the back of the plane. So this is a big deal for me. I’m taking a break…a three-week break, unusual in the American working world. So I wanted to start things in style.
Before my flight, I ate some smoked salmon in the Global First lounge (okay, maybe three servings of smoked salmon) and I drank all the champers. The United Global First lounge in Chicago has been recently renovated, and now it is a sea of beige. The huge bronze sculpture that used to be the focal point of the lounge is gone and the staff don’t know where to. My workplace has the same chairs as the lounge, which is alarming me for some reason. I also drank a lot of water in the lounge because hydration is key and I’ve got a lot of hours in front of me. So now I am getting on a silver tube that will fly through the sky for 14.5 hours. Crazy.
