This is how I feel right now. Dummy from the 2006 TPR Holiday Party
Oh my gosh…what a day. My life is really very good and I am not complaining (too much), but today was a complete waste. I went to bed last night at 9:00pm…planning for my early 3:50am wakeup to catch a 7:30am flight. The trip to and through the airport was pretty much a breeze, only minimally painful. But, I certainly had a hunch at 5:30am that today could potentially be bad when I saw that the 6:00am and 10:30am flights to Denver were cancelled (which made me wonder why they hesitated to cancel the 7:30am flight?). Nonetheless, I waited patiently at the gate for the final word. When our flight was officially cancelled (due to the severe snow storms in Colorado)…the mass chaos and extreme grumpiness of everyone around me began. Looooooooooong lines were formed with hundreds of unhappy customers and it took an average of approximately 18min 45 sec to help one set of travelers (yes, a few of us timed it while waiting in line…we needed something to entertain us!). Of course the check-in agents had already helped the 6:00am and 10:30am folks…so us 7:30am travelers got the brunt of the bargain. I didn’t actually get to the ticket counter until 11:30am at which time everything was taken. The only thing the ticket lady (who had already worked through 3 hours of her break) could give me was a late flight on Saturday…which cuts my time at home in half. Whatever. Yes, the tears began to flow. I was so tired, felt like crap, and was so utterly frustrated. Back to Bart I went. When home, I cried a little more. Took two long and extremely hard naps. Didn’t really know what to do with myself. Watched the entire season of Project Runway. Ate lots of bad food. Decided to knit a bit. Was shakin’ in my booties when a 3.7 earthquake rattled the apartment (is the world coming to an end?!). Read about how to prepare for and survive an earthquake. Called United to see if by any sweet chance I could get a different flight…and have now been on hold for 58minutes and 32seconds with the nauseating United Airline theme song playing in the background (which really does make me nauseous…ask around….people who know me know this is true).
My mom is home alone in the middle of the snowstorm. My dad should be home. My sister and Amelia should be in Boulder. We should all be at home playing with dogs and a baby. Cooper is in Washington without power (which his family has not had for a week). I just was rocked back and forth by an earthquake. Maybe I should put my helmet on, get my emergency blanket/food/flashlight and hope for the best.
Um…I guess…Happy Holidays?!?