Cold
Flew back to Provo today from Fargo. It was a chilly -10 there; here it's quite warm in the 20's. And my life has taken a sad turn that the 20s are warm.
Checking in to the Fargo ariport was one of the most miserable experiences of my life. The lady behind the counter was clearly incompetent, and instead of moving the line along, she pretty much just stood there while the line expanded. She was the *only* one working the Delta counter, AND she didn't even have the decency to look professional. She was wearing jeans and a t-shirt, which didn't initally bother me, but after waiting for forty minutes, it added to her general look of stupidity.
I have flown a lot in my 22 years of life, and this was quite possibly the worst airport experience to date (and I've flown all over Europe, where customer service is not something they strive for).
I need to clean my bathroom, but I'm exhausted and have hit my cleaning limit for the day. I've been cleaning and organizing since I got home, and it's still not done. I think I want more space...
And I don't even get to go to Church tomorrow, because Shannon asked me to pick her up and her flight arrives at 10:30. That means I leave around 9:30, so there's no point to go to 9:00 Church (if we had Sacrament Meeting first, I would go for that half hour, but it's not worth it for Relief Society. We'll have barely started the lesson by that point).
For the record: Lying on the floor on my stomach when suffering from cramps = BAD IDEA.
"When--does the hurting---stop?" EEK the Cat
Checking in to the Fargo ariport was one of the most miserable experiences of my life. The lady behind the counter was clearly incompetent, and instead of moving the line along, she pretty much just stood there while the line expanded. She was the *only* one working the Delta counter, AND she didn't even have the decency to look professional. She was wearing jeans and a t-shirt, which didn't initally bother me, but after waiting for forty minutes, it added to her general look of stupidity.
I have flown a lot in my 22 years of life, and this was quite possibly the worst airport experience to date (and I've flown all over Europe, where customer service is not something they strive for).
I need to clean my bathroom, but I'm exhausted and have hit my cleaning limit for the day. I've been cleaning and organizing since I got home, and it's still not done. I think I want more space...
And I don't even get to go to Church tomorrow, because Shannon asked me to pick her up and her flight arrives at 10:30. That means I leave around 9:30, so there's no point to go to 9:00 Church (if we had Sacrament Meeting first, I would go for that half hour, but it's not worth it for Relief Society. We'll have barely started the lesson by that point).
For the record: Lying on the floor on my stomach when suffering from cramps = BAD IDEA.
"When--does the hurting---stop?" EEK the Cat