The Bitchy Rant (with positive weekend recap to follow)
(What can I say, I like getting the bad news first…)
To start out, I’m actually rather disappointed that I didn’t get the one food that was actually on my list. Ethiopian. I haven’t had it in years… and I know it was really good… so I went up to San Fran figuring I would get some… but no… I got everything but.
Then coming home, our flight was canceled. We called Alaska and were told that there was another flight that would leave at 9:45pm and we were already changed to that one. This actually worked out nicely, as we now had time to eat dinner with Juliet’s friends and then take some time getting to the airport, which we did.
After waiting for the plane, and finding out that my sister and I were not seated next to one another as we were supposed to be on the earlier flight, we boarded. I was hopeful that the person seated next to one of us would be willing to trade, after all it’s only about a 1hour flight. So we got on and found out where we were to sit, and I politely asked the woman that was already in her seat next to where Juliet would be sitting (in the middle) if I could trade with her so that I could sit next to my sister.
The woman’s reply: “We weren’t supposed to stop here anyway.”
…
So I took my assigned seat (and some pain killers with a benedril(sp) so I wouldn't kill everyone on the plane) which is in the same aisle but in the middle of the other side and she had to stand to let my sister sit down, and then both of them had to stand for the person sitting by the window. And then what happens? The Woman talks the entire way home, with her “friend” that is sitting in the aisle seat like the other woman but next to me, about how they shouldn’t have had to stop to pick up the people in Oakland whose plane had been cancelled, or grounded or something and that they were now very late to get home… so they could take their children to school in the morning… the woman next to me complained that she had to make lunches for her kids when she got home.
Oh, I’m sorry… maybe your sorry asses should never be picked up if your plane is cancelled. I actually prayed that John Wayne airport wouldn’t let us land because it was after 11pm (their curfew) so that these people would be inconvenienced even more because then we’d have to take busses home.
I was really ticked off. These fucking people think that they’re worth so much more than anyone else, that they don’t realize that we’d have to do the same thing for them if they were stuck. What ever happened to walking a mile in another man’s shoes?! What ever happened to helping your neighbor?! And being gracious or grateful or even considerate?! What have we done to ourselves?
And the sad thing is that I really wanted to kill everyone on that plane that was complaining… I wanted them all to die horrible deaths. I especially wanted that woman to feel the real effects of karma. I wanted them to suffer. Now I’ve realized a lot of what’s wrong with society today, and why I hate it so much… but I can’t do anything about it. I can’t kill all the people that bother me, or don’t treat others properly… I can’t go around killing people… I’d never get far enough to make a difference when the police or FBI show up and then I get killed. There’s a faster way, and I’m sad to say I have, and still do consider it. All it would take is killing me, and then no more of this bullshit, and lying to everyone and acting all the time.
I’m really beginning to like Terry Prachett’s view of Death… in that you get whatever you believe you get… it’s kind of a comfort.
A lot of this may just be hormonal… it could just be that I have PCOS, or depression with homicidal tendencies… but I’m sick of it all and I really wish that I didn’t have to be alone in my bed realizing that there’s nothing I can really do to change much of anything… the only thing I have that I can change, is me.
To start out, I’m actually rather disappointed that I didn’t get the one food that was actually on my list. Ethiopian. I haven’t had it in years… and I know it was really good… so I went up to San Fran figuring I would get some… but no… I got everything but.
Then coming home, our flight was canceled. We called Alaska and were told that there was another flight that would leave at 9:45pm and we were already changed to that one. This actually worked out nicely, as we now had time to eat dinner with Juliet’s friends and then take some time getting to the airport, which we did.
After waiting for the plane, and finding out that my sister and I were not seated next to one another as we were supposed to be on the earlier flight, we boarded. I was hopeful that the person seated next to one of us would be willing to trade, after all it’s only about a 1hour flight. So we got on and found out where we were to sit, and I politely asked the woman that was already in her seat next to where Juliet would be sitting (in the middle) if I could trade with her so that I could sit next to my sister.
The woman’s reply: “We weren’t supposed to stop here anyway.”
…
So I took my assigned seat (and some pain killers with a benedril(sp) so I wouldn't kill everyone on the plane) which is in the same aisle but in the middle of the other side and she had to stand to let my sister sit down, and then both of them had to stand for the person sitting by the window. And then what happens? The Woman talks the entire way home, with her “friend” that is sitting in the aisle seat like the other woman but next to me, about how they shouldn’t have had to stop to pick up the people in Oakland whose plane had been cancelled, or grounded or something and that they were now very late to get home… so they could take their children to school in the morning… the woman next to me complained that she had to make lunches for her kids when she got home.
Oh, I’m sorry… maybe your sorry asses should never be picked up if your plane is cancelled. I actually prayed that John Wayne airport wouldn’t let us land because it was after 11pm (their curfew) so that these people would be inconvenienced even more because then we’d have to take busses home.
I was really ticked off. These fucking people think that they’re worth so much more than anyone else, that they don’t realize that we’d have to do the same thing for them if they were stuck. What ever happened to walking a mile in another man’s shoes?! What ever happened to helping your neighbor?! And being gracious or grateful or even considerate?! What have we done to ourselves?
And the sad thing is that I really wanted to kill everyone on that plane that was complaining… I wanted them all to die horrible deaths. I especially wanted that woman to feel the real effects of karma. I wanted them to suffer. Now I’ve realized a lot of what’s wrong with society today, and why I hate it so much… but I can’t do anything about it. I can’t kill all the people that bother me, or don’t treat others properly… I can’t go around killing people… I’d never get far enough to make a difference when the police or FBI show up and then I get killed. There’s a faster way, and I’m sad to say I have, and still do consider it. All it would take is killing me, and then no more of this bullshit, and lying to everyone and acting all the time.
I’m really beginning to like Terry Prachett’s view of Death… in that you get whatever you believe you get… it’s kind of a comfort.
A lot of this may just be hormonal… it could just be that I have PCOS, or depression with homicidal tendencies… but I’m sick of it all and I really wish that I didn’t have to be alone in my bed realizing that there’s nothing I can really do to change much of anything… the only thing I have that I can change, is me.