JEdDAh DaY oNe

I'm back :)
Ok I'm not going to go into too much detail but I will write a brief recap of my trip in case anyone out there is interested.
I left Monday morning at 9. The flight is only 2 hours long. I was asleep most of the time. I woke up shortly before landing. And I came this close to puking. The pilot was dipping too fast during the descension and it just killed me. I tried to fight the feeling but I couldn't. So I run to the bathroom. Of course, the bathrooms are locked during landing! So the stewardesses (btw one of them was HOTTTT) tell me to go sit down and I said no I'm going to be sick. So they tell me just grab on to something because we're about to land and you will fall. FINE! So I find something to grab onto bala gafyeh and there I stood panting and sweating with my eyes closed. They finally let me into the bathroom. I go in and just lean over the sink and breathe deeply and slowly. And guess what? I didn't throw up! Yay my streak of never throwing up on a plane is still alive. I think I hold the record for number of times having thrown up in a car but that's a different story haha. Khalas enough about throwing up!
So there is a company paying for my trip (ticket+hotel) so I figured they would have a guy there to pick me up at the airport. You know one of those dudes who holds a sign with your name and the company name written on it. Well there were a few of those guys, but none of them were waiting for me. So taxi to the hotel. At the hotel they tell me yeah sorry we're full we had a group that was supposed to leave today but we booked you a room somewhere else. Problem is .. I was in a hurry. I had an interview to get to. So they get a car to take me to the other hotel. I go, check in, put my bags in the room, wash my face and run out. Do the interview. Pick up a few things from the hypermarket and some subway sandwiches and go to the hotel room. Eat and sleeeeeeeeeeep. Wake up, shower, pray, watch a little tv, sleeeep. And that was day 1.