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My excuse?
Sep. 19th, 2013 08:55 pmI'm drunk. At the airport. The airport in Minneapolis. Because my flight has been seriously delayed.
It has been a whirlwind of emotions today. I woke up 20 minutes late in a freezing cold hotel room to realize that I accidentally turned off my cell phone alarm at 630am, but also that the room's alarm clock never went off. I also never could set up a wakeup call with the front desk because every time I called, the line was busy.
I got to the office about 20 minutes late (after getting lost in a few - YES A FEW DIFFERENT - strip mall areas, looking for a Starbucks, Panera, Caribou, whatever, to get breakfast and coffee. I pulled into the office parking lot just when the client manager did (I really wish I had beat him by at least two mins to already be IN the office, but whatevers). Then wrangled people from 9am-3pm and realized that we needed to revamp 50% of our proposal ... and the client manager was like 'so when can we see a new draft?' I could not get away with 'I'm going out of town this weekend, I have Monday off, I told you this weeks ago' because this proposal HAS to get done, and done well after all the time we've been working on it (monnnnnnths).
I felt like shit telling my mom we had to reschedule our weekend getaway, but she was actually very understanding because she's been feeling sick this week between the MS and diabetes, so she happily said she would cancel the hotel and reschedule for next week.
Okay, good. I had a few small victories in getting to the airport with little traffic, getting a reprint of my rental car receipt from two weeks ago so I can properly expense that trip, made it through security with relative efficiency then found out my flight was delayed indefinitely.
Or more like, Southwest.com didn't have a new time for me.
And so I visited the concourse bar and drank hard ciders and found out that my 635pm flight has been delayed until 1030 now ... because our plane hasn't even left Milwaukee yet. If my flight actually DOES leave by 1030, I will get to Midway around 1130, spend about 20-30 minutes getting through the concourse, take the shuttle back to my car, and then another 30 minutes back to my apartment.
I left the office at 430pm and it's a 7-8 hour drive. I seriously could have driven home faster than this.
I cannot remember the last work trip I took where one of my flights was not delayed more than an hour in one of those directions (and my flights are typically only an hour long). The airline industry seriously sucks.
In other news, and more specific to this icon, I'm thinking to chop all my hair off. It took far too long to dry and style this morning and I'm tired of it. How many inches do you need to donate? What happens when most of it is layered?
It has been a whirlwind of emotions today. I woke up 20 minutes late in a freezing cold hotel room to realize that I accidentally turned off my cell phone alarm at 630am, but also that the room's alarm clock never went off. I also never could set up a wakeup call with the front desk because every time I called, the line was busy.
I got to the office about 20 minutes late (after getting lost in a few - YES A FEW DIFFERENT - strip mall areas, looking for a Starbucks, Panera, Caribou, whatever, to get breakfast and coffee. I pulled into the office parking lot just when the client manager did (I really wish I had beat him by at least two mins to already be IN the office, but whatevers). Then wrangled people from 9am-3pm and realized that we needed to revamp 50% of our proposal ... and the client manager was like 'so when can we see a new draft?' I could not get away with 'I'm going out of town this weekend, I have Monday off, I told you this weeks ago' because this proposal HAS to get done, and done well after all the time we've been working on it (monnnnnnths).
I felt like shit telling my mom we had to reschedule our weekend getaway, but she was actually very understanding because she's been feeling sick this week between the MS and diabetes, so she happily said she would cancel the hotel and reschedule for next week.
Okay, good. I had a few small victories in getting to the airport with little traffic, getting a reprint of my rental car receipt from two weeks ago so I can properly expense that trip, made it through security with relative efficiency then found out my flight was delayed indefinitely.
Or more like, Southwest.com didn't have a new time for me.
And so I visited the concourse bar and drank hard ciders and found out that my 635pm flight has been delayed until 1030 now ... because our plane hasn't even left Milwaukee yet. If my flight actually DOES leave by 1030, I will get to Midway around 1130, spend about 20-30 minutes getting through the concourse, take the shuttle back to my car, and then another 30 minutes back to my apartment.
I left the office at 430pm and it's a 7-8 hour drive. I seriously could have driven home faster than this.
I cannot remember the last work trip I took where one of my flights was not delayed more than an hour in one of those directions (and my flights are typically only an hour long). The airline industry seriously sucks.
In other news, and more specific to this icon, I'm thinking to chop all my hair off. It took far too long to dry and style this morning and I'm tired of it. How many inches do you need to donate? What happens when most of it is layered?
