Friday, April 11, 2008

Cancellations still happen!

Even in the court situation, sometimes you get sent home. I was all dressed up and ready to work on Wednesday for a hearing in Wake Superior Court. I got myself to the courtroom about 30 minutes early - rode up the elevator with the clerk, also a friend of mine - and found out that the hearing was off.

How? The attorney met the clerk and me in her office and said they'd taken a voluntary dismissal. Bummer! I drove all the way in, got psyched to work... and no go.

That's the world of court reporting. Some weeks you're writing hundreds and hundreds of pages; others you're barely writing tens and tens. The beautiful thing is it's never the same day twice - you're never, ever bored.

Tuesday, April 8, 2008

Post-Convention Reality Check

Going to convention just gets me all jazzed up.

I bought the new writer and saw that fantastic program - and now I'm going to order it. But first I have to unpack and answer all the voicemail/email messages that accumulated over the weekend.

I cannot begin to share how uplifting and invigorating a convention experience is. If you were a little burned out, you see people really excited about the profession; if you're in need of a new piece of equipment, there's all kinds of stuff there; and just talking to people who "get it" is so reaffirming.

Today I'm back at the computer, getting out transcripts, meeting those deadlines, but also taking stock of my next few months and where I want to go with my training. New writer, CRR test, local conventions, hopefully to the Anaheim national convention in July. Wow.

I love my profession - even when there's a bad day from time to time.

Monday, April 7, 2008

Boston Convention & Airport Olympics

This traveling court reporter made her way to Boston for the NCRA Midyear Convention. A nonstop flight on a Delta connection got us to rainy, cold Boston on Friday morning around 9 a.m. Al and I played most of the day, doing the tourist thing (albeit we were on the Trolley Tour and not hoofing it as it was about 38 degrees and pouring) - stopping at Fanueil Hall and Quincy Market, having a cup of clam chowda, cruising past all the historic sites.

The convention was AWESOME! Saw a lot of my friends, gave a presentation (well received, thankfully), had a fantastic meal at Oleana in Cambridge, and, alas, watched the Tar Heels get crushed by Kansas. Even bought a new steno machine (the Light Speed) and plan on signing up for a new program for transcript delivery with electronic signatures.

Sunday found us back at Logan airport for the quick trip home. And then, the adventure began! The flight was exactly ONE SEAT oversold. Al had to be home for his on-call shift, but I thought, HEY, I could use a voucher for travel... so I said I'd take the hit.

They rerouted me home via LaGuardia airport in Queens. My 5:15 connection never left the ground (they canceled it, finally, at 9:37 p.m.) in New York. First they told us there was a ground stop in NYC - which we found out wasn't the case as folks called friends who were flying out of JFK - and then we found out, finally, that it was really an equipment error. Of course, nobody wants to fly on a broken plane; it just would've been nice to find out about that a little earlier. After the cancellation, 70 passengers had to spend time finding new flights, getting luggage - though mine was already in Wake Forest, as it made it back with Al on the original flight - getting toiletries (as I had no luggage, remember), getting our hotel vouchers and food vouchers. Spent about 90 minutes between getting our hotel voucher and making it to the hotel.

Back to the airport Monday morning for an 8:10 flight, nonstop to RDU. They took our boarding passes, drove us to the plane, then told us we had to go back - the crew was going to Richmond, not Raleigh. Back to the terminal. We left LGA at 9:30 a.m. and I made it home, finally, to Wake Forest and my BED, by noon.

Moral of the story: NEVER EVER give up your seat on a nonstop/direct flight; ONLY give up your seat on a flight where you were going to have to have a layover anyway.

But, despite all the anguish, those of us waiting for the plane had a good time - we realized there was nothing we could do but "make lemonade" out of our bad (lemon) day.