Bad Luck
Every now and again I listen to people talk about how they have bad luck, then when I tell them my luck is even worse of course they don't believe me. Now I can prove it. Lets just put all the "I have to go to Iraq again within the next year" stuff aside along with the "I'm kept from being with the one I love stuff" too. Here is my case:
Goal: Make it home for X-mas which I haven't been able to do for 3 years.
I start off asking if I can take a pass from Dec 23rd to Dec 26th. I am told that this is okay and so I proceed to buy my plane tickets, which because I got a great deal were only $300, but I don't call and let my parents know because I didn't want thier hearts broken if it didn't go through. Come the next work week my boss tells me that leaving on the 23rd was not okay and that he'll let me slide and leave after work and that he needs to see my flight schedule. It takes 2 days, but I finally get it printed out out every computer or printer I go to has something wrong with it. I show him my shedule which has me leaving at 10:50am, which means if I leave after work, 12pm, that I will miss my flight. He decides in the spirit of holiday cheer to let me leave after the first morning formation which is at 6:30am. I say okay and check the shuttle services times. Unfortunately the shuttle leaves at 6:45am and is almost 30 minutes away. I really wanted to see my family for christmas, so I dug into my savings and changed my ticket to a later time which ended up costing me another $700, marry christmas family I'm the gift. No biggy to me really, cause I would have spent it on junk anyways. So I have this later flight, 2:25pm, a formation at 6am. All I need is to call for the shuttle and tell mom and dad to pick me up at the airport at 5:30pm. I call the shuttle service only to find that the shuttle I was hoping to get on is full and that the only seats I can get are on the 6:45am shuttle. I want to cry. I sighed heavily and slumped my shoulders. I devise a plan to try and get my coworker who has a car to drive me to the airport, this remains to be seen. So I decide to call my parents and let them know I'm coming. I call, no answer. I go "Well that was only 4 rings, maybe they couldn't make it to the phone in time before the machine picked it up. I call again, no answer. Dread and that sick feeling sink to the bottom of my stomach. This is not my first attempt to contact them. Earlier in the week I emailed my nephew and told him to let them know I may be coming only I got no reply. Worry. I'm going to try and call again later, but if I don't get up with my parents I just won't go. I'm not going to sit at the airport calling for 3 nights trying to get intouch with them to pick me up and I don't know thier address to take a cab. Hopefully my coworker can help me out, if not, then I'll try and get a bus ticket or something. Maybe I'm just not meant to go....
And people wonder why I don't get happy about christmas.
Goal: Make it home for X-mas which I haven't been able to do for 3 years.
I start off asking if I can take a pass from Dec 23rd to Dec 26th. I am told that this is okay and so I proceed to buy my plane tickets, which because I got a great deal were only $300, but I don't call and let my parents know because I didn't want thier hearts broken if it didn't go through. Come the next work week my boss tells me that leaving on the 23rd was not okay and that he'll let me slide and leave after work and that he needs to see my flight schedule. It takes 2 days, but I finally get it printed out out every computer or printer I go to has something wrong with it. I show him my shedule which has me leaving at 10:50am, which means if I leave after work, 12pm, that I will miss my flight. He decides in the spirit of holiday cheer to let me leave after the first morning formation which is at 6:30am. I say okay and check the shuttle services times. Unfortunately the shuttle leaves at 6:45am and is almost 30 minutes away. I really wanted to see my family for christmas, so I dug into my savings and changed my ticket to a later time which ended up costing me another $700, marry christmas family I'm the gift. No biggy to me really, cause I would have spent it on junk anyways. So I have this later flight, 2:25pm, a formation at 6am. All I need is to call for the shuttle and tell mom and dad to pick me up at the airport at 5:30pm. I call the shuttle service only to find that the shuttle I was hoping to get on is full and that the only seats I can get are on the 6:45am shuttle. I want to cry. I sighed heavily and slumped my shoulders. I devise a plan to try and get my coworker who has a car to drive me to the airport, this remains to be seen. So I decide to call my parents and let them know I'm coming. I call, no answer. I go "Well that was only 4 rings, maybe they couldn't make it to the phone in time before the machine picked it up. I call again, no answer. Dread and that sick feeling sink to the bottom of my stomach. This is not my first attempt to contact them. Earlier in the week I emailed my nephew and told him to let them know I may be coming only I got no reply. Worry. I'm going to try and call again later, but if I don't get up with my parents I just won't go. I'm not going to sit at the airport calling for 3 nights trying to get intouch with them to pick me up and I don't know thier address to take a cab. Hopefully my coworker can help me out, if not, then I'll try and get a bus ticket or something. Maybe I'm just not meant to go....
And people wonder why I don't get happy about christmas.