But the whole "asking my name is akin to making a threat" reminds me of the "filming the police is automatically a violation" trend we're seeing. Waving authority around for it's own sake.

Especially since they announce the captain's name at the beginning of every flight! It's hardly a secret!

I trust that James Fallows will get to the bottom of this: he's very good, and he knows tons of people.

Looks like Consumerist has picked up the story and has contacted United as well to see what their side of the story is. [link]

I believe the pilot in command has final say in what happens in and with the plane while s/he is flying it. I also believe the airline has final say in whether they think the pilot was full of crap and can fire his or her ass if they think the pilot is making too many dickheaded, not to mention expensive and embarrassing, decisions while PiC. Plus or minus whatever power the pilot's union might have and might choose to exercise.

Timelies all!

Happy Birthday Tom!

Sorry about your work situation, msbelle.

Suzi,

you are very evil. There is a certain person I would LOVE to send that package too.

Yah, there was a guy recently who got kicked off a flight (also united, I think) because he was taking a picture of his seat (he was a massive status frequent flier on international first class, as well as a blogger) and the attendant told him its not allowed (not true, per their own rules--you can't take pics of the crew, but personal pictures of the plane or food or whatever are explicitly allowed) and he said ok and stopped taking pictures, but tried to explain "I'm a travel blogger, this is my first time on this palne's version of first class, blah blah, I'm not a terrorist". So the flight attendant reported him to the captain and kicked him off the flight (this all happened before the flight) because the flight attendant "didn't feel safe, seriously here, people?

Not totally related, but talking about airplanes reminded me: last time I flew, there was a college-age girl in front of me at security who started crying when they told her that she couldn't take her full-size shampoo and conditioner in her carry-on. The security person was quite polite about it, and told her (repeatedly) that she had plenty of time to go check her bag, but she just kept crying, "But I don't know what to do!" They went through several rounds of "Go over to the desk and have them check your bag." "I don't know what to do!" before she finally realized that she should just follow the instructions and check her bag.

I think the attendants are pretty close to word of law too, aren't they? I was sure I'd seen the threat leveraged that disagreeing with them could be punished by law. LAW. Someone would law you.

Motherfuck. Someone at work asked me for a drink on Friday and I said yes. I feel completely played. I did not mean to do that--he couched it in terms of "Hey, you need to come up to speed on application A? Beer." Well, the former, yes! But no latter, NO.

And I've been sending the incompetent developer daily emails asking her to do part of her fricking job, and she doesn't even have the wherewithal to reply. I should have called her today--that's totally on me. But how many forwards and high priority emails does one person need? Sheeit.

I am unsurprised to learn that I am entirely correct about the troubleshooting issue and who can do what, etc. I know I'm a rushy goal-orientated bully, but seriously. Why not march on as many fronts as possible if the worst downside is more email in your inbox? Hell, in my inbox. You don't even need to be a recipient.

So, instead of fixing it today so the offshore could test overnight, we've lost another day.

And my phone just told me to hurry up and go home because traffic is bad. Which, you know, is sweet, but I didn't ask. Relax, bro.

Oh, god, I'm having distracting levels of anxiety responding to the problem developer. She read as many as three tickets talking about "direct URL.net to point to URL.com" and came back to me with two things--one was perfectly valid and I deleted those three words, and the other was "URL.com is already set up, have five pedantic and annotated screenshots."

I asked her to tell me as soon as she sees my error next time, and I sent her screenshots pedantically (but more aggressively, I guess, since I used red and drop shadows--maybe next time a ragged edge on the screenshot) circling .NET on them.

And now I'm going home because I can't deal, and it's Winchester night tonight.

Because I can't seem to force myself to mow the lawn yet again (er, I am yet again not forcing myself like I should, that is), I'm publicly stating that if the weather forecast on Saturday calls for rain all day Sunday, I will mow the lawn in Saturday.

Because saying it in public makes it stick, right?

I did go running two mornings this week already, so, inching closer to what I want my normal routine to look like...