Mental Maths
I’m home from Ibiza after a long day travelling. Despite organising a late checkout from the villa, guess what? The bloody cleaners turn up at 9am and get all huffy we’ve not packed and gone. So its all a general race around with everyone packing up lights and stuffing dildos and underwear in to suitcases, whilst gluging coffee and eating Cheerios with nasty UHT milk. Working in porn is fun, but not today. I do not like early starts, least of all stressed ones.
Anyway, we get to the airport and eventually find the lost model and assistant relaxing quite happily miles away from either the agreed meeting point, or the check-in for the flight. A frank exchange of opinions follows…
So now its time for the real task of the day: The excess baggage lottery. Getting a huge pile of gear and, errr, other equipment past check-in as quickly and as cheaply as possible is a lottery, with many factors at play. How many in the group, how many bags and the mood of the check in person being just the basics. As ever, we’re miles over. But this is where fate throws me a bone. For the second time this trip the checkout girl cannot do simple addition. Somehow, and don’t ask me how, she manages to add up the weight of nine cases, each of them weighing over 10kgs and four being over 20kgs each, and come up with a total of just 84kgs. She then charges us for only 14kgs. Astounding. We saved in the region of £300 on the basis that the budget airline was too tight to hire anyone with any maths or buy the existing staff a calculator. Thus was my mood was changed and general perkiness resumed. :)
Thats enough boring stuff, I’ll be back in the office on Monday and will post more samples from the trip, most likely of Clarice, plus the first full set from the trip in Mondays update.
