Be prepared folks, there will be a lot of fucking swearing, vulgarity, and general pissed-off-ness in this post.
For the first time since I started this job, I actually considered calling my boss up, telling him to take this fucking job, and stick it up their fucking asses. Let me fucking tell you what just happened to me.
As I am sure you already know, there was a hellish snow storm last night which blanketed much of the northeast. Because of that, there was a shitload of flight cancellations and mine and my co-workers were one of those flights. So, we started to make arrangements to find out way back and was told that the earliest flight available for us to come home would be on Sunday morning. That would get me home about 5:30ish on Sunday afternoon. Not wanting to sit in the Providence airport, we did some more digging and found out that it would be about a 9 hour drive from there to TO. So, with bags in hand, we got a car and drove. We left the PVD airport at 3:30pm on Friday.
Thirteen hours later, I checked into my hotel and was glad to at least have a roof over my head, and a bed to sleep in, if only for a few hours since my flight was at 8am the same morning. Knowing how bad the weather was, and that things in Moncton were bad as well, I checked the status of my flight to Moncton and it too had been cancelled. I called my travel agent and she told me there was ONE SEAT left available on the 2:35 flight Saturday afternoon. So, with that in mind, I had her book the seat, set my alarm, and went to bed.
I got up around 11:30, called Tamara to give her the updates (and find out if she had gotten an email msg I sent her with the info) and made my way to the airport. This is where my insanely bad fucking mood began.
I was not able to use the electronic checkin machine to I went to a counter. I was then told by the lovely gate agent that I had not been booked on a flight for today. My seat was for the same flight the following day, Sunday. This would have me arriving home at around 5:30 in the afternoon on Sunday.
I was/am FUCKING pissed. The travel agent told me is was for TODAY and not TOMORROW. This now meant that I drove with my co-worker for 13 hours through horrid weather and ragged nerves for ABSOLUTELY FUCKING NOTHING!!!!!!!
She told me that she could put me on standby and that I was 3rd in line and that it looked promising that I would be able to get on the flight to Moncton. With that said, she printed my pass, I went through security, and here I am at the gate, wondering if I am going home tomorrow, or if God will grant me a single request and let me on this flight.
Poor Tamara. She was in tears when I got off the phone and I think she’s as upset as I am, and I wasn’t exactly mister nice guy when I called her.
So with that, I’m waiting to find out the story on the rest of my weekend. As soon as I know something… I’ll add it to this post.
It is now after 4pm and I was not able to get on the standby flight so I am now in another hotel, waiting to see if I can make the 9pm flight back to Moncton, another standby, otherwise, I will be back tomorrow afternoon.
Man, I am exhausted already. Hope whoever goes to Cheers has fun. I won’t be there 🙁
