Trip of Hell

Dec 26, 2003 12:55

I could not possibly be more pissed off. I hate airplanes. I hate flight hostesses. I hate pilots.

Eight o'clock, we leave for the airport. Everyone, I mean. My mother, father, brother, sister, brother-in-law, sister-in-law, nephews and nieces. I get on the plane after saying goodbye to everyone. I got a window seat next to some middle aged man. Eventually I get tired and fall asleep. Next thing I know, I'm being woken up by the man next to me, who doesn't look too happy, and there is a flight hostess telling us there is a problem. The flight has been delayed. Can't tell us how or why, she just tells us that. Great. Wonderful. Thank you so much.

The obvious question is "how long?". She can't tell us that either. All she says is that we will be there soon. Oh, yeah, cause that's reassuring. Some of us have to go to work in the morning! Some of us work for important people who run the country!

When I looked at my watch it was nine o'clock. Okay, so we wait ... and wait ... and wait ... I looked at my watch again ... ten o'clock? What is going on? I stood up, and suddenly an air hostess runs up to me.

"You have to keep your seat, ma'am." she says.

"When will we be there?" I asked her, trying not to sound pissed off, but failing.

She tells me it'll be a while longer. Oh, yeah, that'll be fine, cause no I was not at all expecting to be in my own bed by this time at all. I ask her if I can call someone, she says "you can't use mobile phones, it interferes with our navigational system."

Like your navigational system hasn't already been interfered with. They're not likely to want to tell anyone, but it was obvious that they stuffed up and went the wrong way. Idiots.

When the plane FINALLY landed in DC, it was midnight. Great. Cause it only takes me forty five minutes to get home. Outside the airport, there are two taxis. Two. I run for them, but just at that moment two people run up. Obviously these people have never heard of carpooling before.

So the taxi's drive off, and I'm standing there in the freezing cold, in an old coat that should have been thrown out long ago. What was I supposed to do? I couldn't actually do anything. No more taxi's came. What's going on there? It appears that everyone organised for picking up. And why in the hell didn't I do that?

Then the guy who was next to me runs up and asks me if I need a ride. Of course I do! But as if I was about to let him take me home. Do I know him? He continues to insist. I have no other option, so I agree. Utterly stupid of me, I know, but I was desperate! So he leads me to his car, we get in and he drives me home. He asks me for my name - wow, an old guy likes me. I just say thanks and get out.

One in the morning, I go to bed. When I've fallen asleep, the neighbours think it isn't such a bad idea to wake me up every hour from there. Two o'clock I hear banging, thumping and screaming. Can't get back to sleep. This continues to happen during the early hours of the morning. Eventually I just get out of bed and watch the crap that's on tv. There was no hope of me getting any sleep. This was about five am. I had to get up in two hours, anyway. So I got about fourty five minutes sleep.

Anyway, I didn't even considering driving to work that morning. When I got there, everyone was already distracted, and I immediately had a million things to do. So I busied myself with them. I am presently supposed to be writing some emails to various people and, urgh, answering phones. Hang on a sec ... some important and annoying person for Toby.

Wowy ... I think Toby might just have some telepathic powers on him there. He just opened the door of his office and told me to get back to work. *sighs* Yes, okay Toby. Fine. Whatever you want Toby. Just remind me to throw food in your face before I leave today.

Here comes Margaret, probably to ask me why I haven't been speaking to anyone today. She came and asked me this morning how many chocolates I'd had during my short holiday. I just glared at her and told her I needed sleep. I am pretty sure that Bonnie hates me. I have totally ignored her today. Will thinks I hate him and every time he walks past me, he gives me this really unsure look. Twice today, Toby's told him to tell me to do something, and he stared at me for a couple of seconds before giving it to Bonnie, who glared at him and then gave it to me.

I can imagine now why throwing things at Will's head is so fun.

~Ginger
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