…I started travelling. There’s some pretty bad mojo brewing up whenever I want to go back to my home state. Last time, I was delayed a day and it was because I took the last flight out and because of previous delays, it was impossible to make my connection. This time I scheduled the first flight out, meaning I got up at 2:45 in the morning to get ready. Despite the plan that I could be bumped to later flights and do to people what they did to me the first time, the flight was still a no-go. Thank you, blizzard.
And I thought I did everything I was supposed to. I checked the flight status before I went to bed and when I woke up – all good. When I checked in, I asked “any news?” – no, the flight is still active. I got to the gate and within 10 minutes I hear my name paged. Damn it, I know what this is about.
Similar to last time, I could make my first leg, but the second leg was cancelled. I had the option of going to the first airport and trying to get on the next flight at 5:30. That’s a 10-hour layover with a great chance of the flight either being overbooked or cancelled. No thanks. So after rescheduling for tomorrow, back home I went.
I call the car rental company and modify my reservation. Apparently, when you take one day off your reservation, you’re not in the “special rate” anymore and it suddenly costs you over $100 more. So a brief check on Yahoo and I’m now renting from another company. However, I’m still out $5 for my brief time of parking at the airport. And gas, and time. Luckily, no hotel reservations to change like last time, where they knocked me for $90. I swear, companies make the most money when their customers are miserable.