Monday, April 26, 2010

Day From Hell

Day 116

3:04 am
Receive text from Travelocity Business telling me that my 7:30 am flight is cancelled.

3:48 am
Go back to bed after spending a half our trying to get booked on another flight.

5:30 am
Husband asks me if I'm going to get up. Answer: No. my flight was cancelled. New flight 9:45

6:45 am
Tell my self I'm going to sleep 15 more minutes.

7:10 am
Holy Crap! Get in shower

7:30 am
Contractor who's working on our house calls. He's a talker. Can't dry my hair because husband is on the phone....

7:52 am
Grab Myoplex Shake (Meal 1) and hit the road

8:30 am
Arrive at airport. Realize that long term parking is full and there's all kinds of construction going on around where Long Term parking "used" to be. Screw it. I valet. I'll just pay the difference.

9:45 am
Flight is overbooked. Thank goodness I took care of rebooking at 3 am. Lots of ticked off people. US Air offering $400 vouchers to anyone willing to take a later flight. Uh.. NO THANKS! Plane ttakes off on time without fanfare. In flight... Meal 2 - Almonds and Craisins

11:30 am
Arrive in Charlotte. Look for place to eat. Decide on Phillips Seafood. Discover all seafood is fried. (My feet hurt so I stay anyway) Pay $10 for a Grilled Chicken Sandwich, a salad and a glass of water. Turn down repeated attempts from waiter to order a slice of Key Lime Pie. He has no idea how hard this is for me because I love Key Lime Pie.

12:15 pm
Receive Text that 2:00 pm flight is delayed until 4 pm thus jepoardizing my next connection. Go to the gate. They are no help. (I've decided US Air SUCKS!) Go to customer service as directed by the gate agent. The CSR "assures" me that 15 minutes is plenty of time to make it to my gate. (sure it is...)

12:30 pm - I'm back at Phillips. Waiter says "I see you've changed your mind about the pie." My response is "No. Bring me a Michelob Ultra please" (Note: if you do the math on the calories and fat, it's the better choice when emotions are fueling your frenzy). I drink half. I can't take the guilt.

3:00 pm
Realizing that I won't get to eat dinner until amost 10 pm if I don't get something else at this airport, I decide to grab a Roast Beef Sandwich for the ride.

3:10 pm
This flight is oversold too. (SHOCKER!) Gate attendants are begging people to take their $400 voucher and stay in Charlotte. Can't do it. Although, I did briefly consider it.

4:00 pm
Uncomfortably ensconced between an angry mother and her teenage son... I await for the plane to take off. There are four babies screaming at the top of their lungs and I think to myself that I completely understand how they feel. As soon as we reach the appropriate altitude, I grab my ipod and fall asleep forgetting to eat my sandwich.

6:00 pm
Arrive in Boston 15 minutes early. I'm in good shape. I head down to the gate and inhale my sandwich thinkin that we are going to board any minute. DELAYED! But, only 30 minutes. However, we have three women in wheel chairs so we don't actually take of until 7:30 pm.

8:45 pm
Arrive in Presque Isle, Maine. At the Avis desk they have no record of my rental. I broke out into the otherwordly half laugh half cry that I think scared the poor kid behind the desk I show him my confirmation and he says sheepishly that he can put me in a Ford Focus.

9:00 pm
Baggage finally starts down the belt. My bag was literally the last one that came off the plane. I was sweating bullets and near some serious tears by the time I saw it.

9:10 pm
I'm torn between my original plan to go to Walmart for healthy snacks for my hotel fridge and just going straight to the hotel. Despite the fact that my back and feet hurt like hell, I go to Walmart. I buy some healthy snacks and rent a couple of RedBox DVDs.

10:00 pm
I arrive in my room. Load my Fridge. Call home and put on my jammies. I pop in the DVD only to be told that my laptop doesn't have the appropriate drivers. WTF!!!

11:00 pm
This post is crafted. I'm done. I'm out. I'm pooped. I got nothing left.

Today's triumph - No diet Coke. No Key Lime Pie. No Fried Foods. No Candy Bars.

Cheers!
Margaret

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