Well Virgin America, you got me again. You promised me that I'd have wi-fi access and be able to trick my boss into thinking I was working today, not wasting the day by flying from San Francisco to Boston. Having wi-fi means I could send timely emails to my boss so he'd assume I was either in the office or working from home. The plan was to spend most of this flight watching TV and reading books, with the occasional note to my boss letting him know how hard I was working to close a big deal. I even held off on sending him important emails yesterday for this very purpose.
But I should have learned my lesson the last 3 times I've flown Virgin. The Internet service is somewhere between shitty and nonexistent. Case in point: just to write this meh post, I had to go from seat to seat asking everyone to stay off the network for 30 minutes. The guy jerking it while streaming his porn in 23A was none too pleased.
Since the Internet is unusable, I'll just spend the next 4 hours thinking of excuses for my boss when he asks how my flight went from being on Wednesday night to Wednesday morning. I guess it's a few weeks too late to claim turning the clocks forward threw me off.
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