Well folks, let me tell you, when you are anxious to be on your way home, the last thing in the world you want to hear is that your flight has been cancelled. Yes, cancelled.
I arrived at the airport last night and found out that the flight had been delayed. So instead of leaving at 6:20, I would be leaving at 7:20. Not a big deal. So, I bought my postcards and went down to the arcade to play some games. About a half hour after that, my co-worker (who was on the same flight to Toronto) tells me that the flight has been cancelled and there is no other flight tonite. The earliest flight is around 10:30 Saturday morning.
I called the travel agent and she actually found that there were no available flights to get me back to Moncton until Sunday. The last thing I wanted to do was to spend two nights at Providence for nothing. She did however find me a flight to Halifax for Saturday by going through Washinton, D.C. which is where I am as I type this. Sitting at gate C28, waiting about an hour, before my flight to Halifax is ready to leave. All looks good today.
Thanks to that wonderful wife of mine, I will have a drive home at the airport and hopefully will be home before supper so I can eat, kick back, have a nice hot bath in the hot tub with my honey, and enjoy the frills of being home again.
One thing that came out of this that was kind of funny was that originally I was scheduled to be back in Providence for tomorrow (Sunday) but the training was bumped til January but I hadn’t told Tamara yet. My plan was to not bother to set my alarm on Sunday morning and when she told me I needed to get up for my flight I’d just say something like “Oh the hell with it. I’m not going to that. Whatever†and go back to sleep. I would eventually tell her there was no training, but because my flight was cancelled and all of the issues around it, I told her last night that I would be home next week. She of course jumped for joy (or something like it)
I must have been tired because I flipped the TV on in my room and a new episode of Battlestar Gallactica was on and even though I haven’t caught up to season 3 yet in my back-watching, I started watching it anyway but started to fall asleep. It was only 9:30 but I was friggin’ beat. I slept a bit on the plane from Providence to DC but I will get the best sleep when I get home into my own bed this evening.
The training and work related stuff this week was ok. The stuff that went on earlier in the week was far more useful to me than what I had on Thursday and Friday. I just didn’t understand a lot of the logic behind me needing to know it. Plus, I managed to dodge having to come back for ONE DAY in mid-December. I’ll work around that later.
I will say this. My feet are killing me. I have no idea why they are as sore as they are but man they hurt. I took my shoes off during the last flight to try and relax and man, they were just freaking sore. I may need to get a foot massage from Tamara when I get home. God knows I need it.
