Another day, another day...

That's how I've been seeing work lately. Just another day.

When I started, I was dumbfounded. So much to know, and do, and in such a short span of time! It was crazy!

I got home that day, not sure if I wanted to go for more, but I took the beating.

There were some days where I would want to go into work. There were others when I loathed it. But it was just another day.

A few nights ago, I had a run-in with a passenger whose bags were delayed after doing a triple connection from Europe to Palm Beach. After the claim was done with his wife, he barged into the office like an elephant in heat, and demanded to know where the bags were. He kept at it, pressing the issue, interrupting my work with other passengers, and it got to the point where I called the police on him. They came late, though. His own son pulled him out of the office...physically. What a tirade!

People are strange. And it's another day at work.