2 topics here:
My travel woes
Shmuppie and her woes.
I get to go first because she can’t type:
Wednesday 5:00AM: BEEP BEEP BEEP
Blearily, I get up for a lovely 2-day trip to NJ. I was out of the house at 5:30 and was shocked as hell to observe rain. It doesn’t rain in Raleigh! I negotiated the roads, dodging frightened locals the whole way and arrived at RDU at 5:50. Since I had no bags to check, I went straight to security.
On a hunch, and knowing it was raining, I called Continental to check the flight; it was delayed. I got to the gate to find it eerily empty. At about 6:10, a woman arrived who looked like she’d woken up at roughly 6:05. She had no clue what was going. A man in a suit pounced on her, demanding answers about the delay. It turns out that the 6:55 flight was scheduled for 9:16.
Something about the crew’s need to sleep. Fuck them. I had a meeting to attend.
And, I guess Continental lacks the foresight to plan for such events and send an alternate crew to us. Upon hearing about the delay, I scampered over to the desk to get on line to do something…anything to get me to NJ on time for an 11:00 meeting. I got on the standby list for the 7:40 flight. I was not entirely happy; but what’s a girl to do?
I sat down, read, and prayed for the best. I made it on the 7:40, but had a right side window seat. I don’t like the right side of the plane. Trust me, when you spend as much time on them as I do, you develop favorite spots; mine is left side window.
We got to NJ and it took me for ever and a half to get to HealthCareRelatedCompany. I arrived later than I usually do when I take that flight AND I had no baggage to claim.
I walked in, pissed, and went to a 3-hour meeting. At moments like those, I realize how much joy I have in my life.
At the hotel, Jeaneane (spelled properly) was not interested in the sack of pork cracklings I had brought her. Ever had them? They smell like a rusty asshole, have the texture of fried fat (which is what they are) and taste like what I imagine scrotum tastes like.
Thursday dawned with rain. I was not happy. Delays would abound. As the day progressed, my 6:00 turned into a 7:15. At least they told us and didn’t just put us on the plane for hours on end.
The trip from HealthCareRelatedCompany to EWR (normally 45 minutes) took 1 1/2 hours. I was not happy when I arrived.
I went to security and was hassled by The Man.
See, at EWR, they have 3 security areas, 1, 2 and 3. The monorail drops you at #2. My gate was more in line with #3, but, seeing no one on line, I went to #2. Not paying attention to anything, I flashed my boarding pass at the goon at the entrance to the line and kept walking. Behind me was a couple who started asking questions. I kept walking, but heard the lady yell “Go upstairs, to the left, then come back down to C1″. I kept walking. She hollered it. I turned and gave her one of those “You talking to me?” looks. (Mind you, I was nearly to the place where the other goon checks your ID and there was NOBODY on the line!). She was talking to me.
So, I had to backtrack the line, go upstairs, walk past the International check-in (always a treat) and come back down to C1. I flashed my boarding pass and started down the empty line. I was nearly to the ID guy when another of the security asses yelled at me to come back to the line entrance and go down a different line. This second line took me EXACTLY to where I had been mere seconds before. Why I had to walk around in circles is beyond me. Then, they had to re-check my backpack. By re-check I mean, of course, dump it on the floor and walk away.
I listened to my Shmipod, and waited for my 8:03 flight. I got home at 11:00 and was not really happy with life.
And, for the last bit of fun, the elevators in the parking garage at RDU were broken so I had to lug my tired ass up to the 3rd level to get to my car (Carrying my overnight suitcase).
It’s really a lot of fun. And, I failed to mention the Homeowner’s Association madness that’s going on all the while.
But, I m home for 2 weeks now until I go on a trip that will test my sanity:
Tuesday AM: Fly to Detroit
Tuesday afternoon: Fly to PHL
Thursday afternoon: Fly home.
Should be a good story.
As for the kid:
JewelrySlut got a call from the principal today. Rut-Ro (Scooby Doo voice)
Seems that a kid in her class tried to grab a paper from her. Being a girl who takes no shit from no one, she resisted.
The other kid slapped and then bit her.
Shmuppie was fine, but the other kid’s actions apparently resulted in the school having to take some more serious action. JewelrySlut was told by the principal though that Shmuppie is everyone’s favorite kid and that several of them want to take her home.
Let them. I need the rest.
We’re off to the Zoo tomorrow, hoping it will be empty because the Fabulous NC State Fair started today. We’ll go next weekend to see the sights. I promise to take more pictures this year.
And, Andria and I exchanged some amusing emails the other night.
I hate Andria.