I’ve not yet met a 787, but at the moment we “get” each other. I, too, have been grounded, but I’ve been down for two months. I’m not broken, of course. It’s just that my international commute caused a bit of a hiccup in early January, when the small window for the last rung of my permanent residency came open. The problem? You’re not allowed to leave the country while processing.
My case is straightforward, but I was unable to obtain an (expensive!) appointment for the “quick” service. These are so popular that the website crashes every night at midnight when the new slots are released. Even my government representative couldn’t manage it. I ran out of time and had to post it by snail mail…to enter the 9-28 week-long queue. Then Generic Airlines and I had a misunderstanding about how long I requested Leave and how long they would give me, and they began demanding I return to work like now. But even abandoning my application (and my $3000 fees thus far) required 3 weeks notice to get my passport returned; GenAir was giving me 2 days. [*nervous laughter*]
Of course, there was a seemingly obvious resolution that the airline just wouldn’t agree to (it appears), but I seem to have pulled out a hat trick at the last moment and will now be going back to work. Just in time for reserve, baby.
It does feel weird not flying for two months. I’ve been on hiatus before and it’s always the same: it’s strange to realize that your life could easily be so different. You could wake up at home every morning, see your friends and partner whenever you want. You can agree to attend events weeks in advance. My body clock gets right. I stop needing several trips to the bathroom every night and a liter of drinking water by the bed. It’s amazing.
And yet, I’m looking forward to going back. Especially the flying-to-visit-my-family part. I miss colleagues. I miss the never-know-what’s-going-to-happen. I miss the out-of-the-blue layover in Cancun or Milan.
But ask me again in a month, when I’ve been woken up at 2am several times for trips out of Newark and I’ve not seen Mr. T and my friends are falling out of the habit of calling me because I’m never home. No, by this time next month, I’ll be begging the UKBA to, please, just take my passport again will you?