Next Time I'll Just Drive...
Hmm, well, my actual New Years Day was just fine. The 2nd of January however, left much to be desired. That was the day I was leaving home to come back to school. Not in itself such a horrible thing, as it would finally reunite me with my computer, which I have sorely missed.
Unfortunately, I should have suspected things would not work out precisely well, due to the fact that my flight home went precisely well. And something always goes wrong when I fly.
Anyways, I woke up at 5 AM, as I had a 7:20 flight from Seattle to San Francisco. That was perfectly fine, I had done web check in the previous night so was all ready to go. Flight left on time, flight was fine, etc etc. Land in San Francisco. First thing I hear is my cell phone ringing after I've turned it back on. It's my mom, telling me my flight from SFO to San Luis Obispo has been cancelled. Apparently they called my house to inform me of this while I was in the air. Not particularly smart.
So, I went to the remote terminal to see what I could figure out. The next two flights were completely booked, but I put myself on standby anyways. Failing that, I could make a hop to LA and go to San Luis from there. Well, I didn't get on the next flight to San Luis (they even had to bump a passenger off because of weight restrictions), so off I go to LA. Well, my flight there was delayed by an hour, so now I wasn't sure I could make my connection, so as soon as I'm off the plane, I'm running. I get there, and lo and behold, this flight has been delayed 2 hours. So instead of getting to san Luis at around 11 AM like planned, I shall be getting there at around 20 past midnight.
Which is eventually what happened. I finally arrived at my apartment at around 12:40 AM on the 3rd, only to find there was no power (it came on around 6 AM). Having not checked my schedule yet, I had no idea when my first class, only that it was no earlier than 8 since I knew I hadn't scheduled any 7 AM classes. And so, setting my cell phone alarm to wake me up in about 6 hours, thus ended another horrid travel day for me.
I really shouldn't fly anymore.
Unfortunately, I should have suspected things would not work out precisely well, due to the fact that my flight home went precisely well. And something always goes wrong when I fly.
Anyways, I woke up at 5 AM, as I had a 7:20 flight from Seattle to San Francisco. That was perfectly fine, I had done web check in the previous night so was all ready to go. Flight left on time, flight was fine, etc etc. Land in San Francisco. First thing I hear is my cell phone ringing after I've turned it back on. It's my mom, telling me my flight from SFO to San Luis Obispo has been cancelled. Apparently they called my house to inform me of this while I was in the air. Not particularly smart.
So, I went to the remote terminal to see what I could figure out. The next two flights were completely booked, but I put myself on standby anyways. Failing that, I could make a hop to LA and go to San Luis from there. Well, I didn't get on the next flight to San Luis (they even had to bump a passenger off because of weight restrictions), so off I go to LA. Well, my flight there was delayed by an hour, so now I wasn't sure I could make my connection, so as soon as I'm off the plane, I'm running. I get there, and lo and behold, this flight has been delayed 2 hours. So instead of getting to san Luis at around 11 AM like planned, I shall be getting there at around 20 past midnight.
Which is eventually what happened. I finally arrived at my apartment at around 12:40 AM on the 3rd, only to find there was no power (it came on around 6 AM). Having not checked my schedule yet, I had no idea when my first class, only that it was no earlier than 8 since I knew I hadn't scheduled any 7 AM classes. And so, setting my cell phone alarm to wake me up in about 6 hours, thus ended another horrid travel day for me.
I really shouldn't fly anymore.