Post by axeldangerflynn on Aug 28, 2009 23:20:29 GMT -5
As stated in the earlier post on m y Yuuko account, I no longer (for the time being) have internet at home. So posts will be delayed, you know the drill.
And here is this, for those who, yeah. (Written on the 22nd) This has alot of swearing....
So um.
Update on my wonderful fucking life.
I've been in New Jersey since the 12th, and yesterday I was booked to fly back.
Except I was boarding in Philly and crossing over in Atlanta ALONE.
And we all know how things go.
The flight coming in from Atlanta decided that the weather was SO BAD, it had to be delayed. Okay. Fifteen minutes. Whatever. That's fine.
I'm gonna leave Philly at 5:45, arrive in Atlanta around 7:30, leave Atlanta for Valdosta at 8:15, get home around nine.
EXCEPT THAT'S NOT WHAT FUCKING HAPPENED.
So I'm already spazzing out because I MIGHT miss my flight, then we're delayed at the ramp another fortyfive minutes, then I'm freaking the fuck out and we weren't in the ar until around nine. I also remembered that the plane got wi-fi starting at 10,000 feet, so I whip out my laptop so tell someone, anyone who might be online to call home for me and let my Mom know. Well.
The wifi didn't work.
So I put away my computer, another twenty minutes and there's more delays, yaddayadda...
I am freaking the FUCK out.
We land in Atlanta around 9:30, 10-ish, and they say that there are agents that will help get us to our next flight. Because most of them got rebooked.
So I go from Help Desk to Help Desk, trying to stop crying. I eventually stop and try to use the wifi in the airport to contact Mom because none of the people at the stores/resturants can give me change from my 20 to use the pay phone. Turns out the wifi, you have to pay for it, and fuck, I am not about to give them money I don't have. Thanks.
My name gets called over the intercom and I go to the nearest Help Desk, then they let me call my Mom. She said my aunt had already booked me a hotel room and that I all I need to do is go there and tell the people there who I am and stuff.
Well the staff didn't like that...
(I kinda didn't either to be honest.)
They told me that the hotel wasn't gonna let me in because I'm only fifteen. And the one my Mom booked would only let in people 21 or older.
So they give me back the phone and I'm crying so hard I can hardly talk and I have NO FUCKING IDEA where to go or what to do or who to talk to.
Mom said she already faxed permission to the hotel but the staff doesn't want me to leave, so I end up standing there in tears for another good twenty to thirty minutes while the guy I was talking to bustles around and tries to figure out what the deal is.
Eventually I get pushed out of line and then I get taken the the unaccompanied minors room, "Dusty's Den", call my Mom, tell her I'm staying there.
Because you know, staying at the airport seems alot safer to me than trying my hand at Atlanta and the hotels.
We walk around a bit and for now I'm sitting in someone's office alone with really strong candles that make me want to vomit.
And the lack of food I've had today doesn't help either, even f I'm not hungry.
'Specially for airport fast food.
Ew.
So by the tme you read this I'll be home safe and sound,
hopefully.
Sorrysorrysorry for my absence. It was really not planned, so.
And here is this, for those who, yeah. (Written on the 22nd) This has alot of swearing....
So um.
Update on my wonderful fucking life.
I've been in New Jersey since the 12th, and yesterday I was booked to fly back.
Except I was boarding in Philly and crossing over in Atlanta ALONE.
And we all know how things go.
The flight coming in from Atlanta decided that the weather was SO BAD, it had to be delayed. Okay. Fifteen minutes. Whatever. That's fine.
I'm gonna leave Philly at 5:45, arrive in Atlanta around 7:30, leave Atlanta for Valdosta at 8:15, get home around nine.
EXCEPT THAT'S NOT WHAT FUCKING HAPPENED.
So I'm already spazzing out because I MIGHT miss my flight, then we're delayed at the ramp another fortyfive minutes, then I'm freaking the fuck out and we weren't in the ar until around nine. I also remembered that the plane got wi-fi starting at 10,000 feet, so I whip out my laptop so tell someone, anyone who might be online to call home for me and let my Mom know. Well.
The wifi didn't work.
So I put away my computer, another twenty minutes and there's more delays, yaddayadda...
I am freaking the FUCK out.
We land in Atlanta around 9:30, 10-ish, and they say that there are agents that will help get us to our next flight. Because most of them got rebooked.
So I go from Help Desk to Help Desk, trying to stop crying. I eventually stop and try to use the wifi in the airport to contact Mom because none of the people at the stores/resturants can give me change from my 20 to use the pay phone. Turns out the wifi, you have to pay for it, and fuck, I am not about to give them money I don't have. Thanks.
My name gets called over the intercom and I go to the nearest Help Desk, then they let me call my Mom. She said my aunt had already booked me a hotel room and that I all I need to do is go there and tell the people there who I am and stuff.
Well the staff didn't like that...
(I kinda didn't either to be honest.)
They told me that the hotel wasn't gonna let me in because I'm only fifteen. And the one my Mom booked would only let in people 21 or older.
So they give me back the phone and I'm crying so hard I can hardly talk and I have NO FUCKING IDEA where to go or what to do or who to talk to.
Mom said she already faxed permission to the hotel but the staff doesn't want me to leave, so I end up standing there in tears for another good twenty to thirty minutes while the guy I was talking to bustles around and tries to figure out what the deal is.
Eventually I get pushed out of line and then I get taken the the unaccompanied minors room, "Dusty's Den", call my Mom, tell her I'm staying there.
Because you know, staying at the airport seems alot safer to me than trying my hand at Atlanta and the hotels.
We walk around a bit and for now I'm sitting in someone's office alone with really strong candles that make me want to vomit.
And the lack of food I've had today doesn't help either, even f I'm not hungry.
'Specially for airport fast food.
Ew.
So by the tme you read this I'll be home safe and sound,
hopefully.
Sorrysorrysorry for my absence. It was really not planned, so.
