and i finally made it back to school

[missamo]

this weekend, i went home because my dad had an official function at which he became president of the Oklahoma County Medial Society (I have NO idea what that means, except huge amounts of family came). The actual dinner was better than I thought, and the food was awesome. So was getting to see huge amounts of family. And, I have a job this summer working for Chesapeake Energy Corporation. I'll be a lowly Filer, but it pays $11-$12 an hour, 40 hrs a week. Plus, it's a really good company. Nice people, and the two founders are awesome guys (i graduated from high school with the son of one of them). Anyways, getting home sucked. My flight was supposed to leave OK at 11 am, make it to Houston at 12:30, then I would fly from Houston to G'boro leaving at 1:55 and getting in at 5:30 pm. Here's what really happened: I show up to the airport at 9:30, and make it to my gate safely. Find out my plane is delayed by 50 minutes. Okay, I'll still be able to make my connecting fight...barely. Oh wait, we don't leave OKC until 12:15. We land at 2 pm...10 minutes after my connecting flight left. Yes, I know. My plane was supposed to leave at 1:55...it left at 1:50. WTF?!!! So, I run around the airport trying to find someone to help me. I'm finally directed to the service desk seemingly halfway across the airport. It's crowded, I'm distressed, and kind of freaking out. As I'm doing this marathon, I call three RAs to find someone to cover my duty last night (thank god for Brianna), I call the friend who was to pick me up saying I'm not going to be on that plane, and I call my mom who informs me that my connecting flight left early...not helpful! So, I get to the service desk, and thankfully, they are able to reroute me through Charlotte, where I have a 2 1/2 hr delay (if I was 25, I would've rented a car and driven back to school--it would've been about 1 hr faster than waiting for the flight). At least, I make it back safely. Numbers for the day:
12...hrs spent travelling
6...hrs spent sitting in airports
4...number of airports I went through
3...numbers of flights I took
3...number of RAs I called
7...number of times my mom called
9:30 am...time I arrived at the OK airport
10:30 pm...time I touched down in G'boro
2...number of friends waiting for me at the airport (yay for them)

also, this past week, from Sunday to Sunday, has been just about one of the top 10 worst weeks of my life. thank god it's over (i hope this week is better).