vixalicious: (Travel - Bad Day)
I just had the stupidest breakfast ever.

I'm at Midway Airport in Chicago, and I wanted to get something to eat before my flight. The Bar & Grill at the food court seemed the best bet for actual breakfast, because as much as I like Chinese food, 10 am is a bit early for General Tso's chicken. So I looked over their (extremely) limited menu, and settled on the "3 Buttermilk Pancakes." When I ordered, the woman asked me if I wanted 1,2, or 3, which surprised me because the menu said 3, but I was pleased to be able to order less so I asked for 2.

Then they came out.

When I say these pancakes were the size of my head, you will think I'm exaggerating but trust me I am not. They were on a plate that was 10 inches, and they were hanging off the edge. They were about an inch thick. AND THERE WERE TWO OF THEM. No one, I mean no one, needs that much to eat in one meal. I'm pretty sure if you counted the calories it would have sustained you for the whole day.

When strangers stop to comment on your food, you have too much food.

So I'm sitting there, actually feeling humiliated (I have enough weight issues, I don't need to be seen as the piggy girl with the monster pancakes) and angry (so much waste!) I don't understand why the woman wouldn't have at least asked me if I'd had them before, and if I said no, have explained their size. What makes me even angrier is that I know they do this to be perceived as being of great value. That is why our portions are so out of control in this country; we've been trained to to value quantity over quality. And these pancakes were not good. I ate one corner of them, and then threw over 3/4's of them into the trash. Again, what a waste. Ugh.

I had planned to use my pre-boarding time to write up a post, but I didn't think it would be about that. Let's see, other things about my week:


  • I've been on a client site about an hour outside of Chicago.

  • I didn't leave the building I was in from Sunday to Wednesday, when I walked over to the building next door to watch a free movie.

  • Limitless was okay, I give it a B-. Points up for Bradley Cooper's pretty blue eyes, points down for gore.

  • This site had only buffet dining. The food is excellent but I have eaten way too much this week. Although nothing I had touches the Pancake Excess above, so I guess that's something.

  • I didn't work out at all, because I was tired and afraid I'd get dizzy on the treadmill, but mostly because I didn't want to.

  • I'm 3/4 the way through Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows. I'll probably finish it on the ride home.

  • I had made a huge list of things to do whilst on site this week, and I got through most of them.

  • I bought $30 of coloring books off of Amazon last night. Most of them were Christmas gifts for my cousin's kids, but a couple of them were for me, not gonna lie. Go to Amazon and search for Dover Coloring Books and you'll see why.

  • I haven't been sleeping enough this week. Like last night, when I stayed up til 1:30 even though I knew I needed to wake up at 7. Once again, I fail at being sensible.



One of the things I had on my to-do list was to explore Spotify. So far my judgement is, "That's cool, but it doesn't live up to the hype." Maybe I'm missing something, but their application isn't terribly user friendly. Icons with no explanation of what they do, the sync from my iPod duplicated, it doesn't sync up smart playlists (which is 75% of what I use,) and so far as I can see, it doesn't do anything Grooveshark doesn't do, except link up to Facebook. To be fair, I haven't linked mine up to Facebook, so maybe that's where all the fun is.

It's making me feel like maybe I'm getting old, because I don't see the big deal with it or with Google+. I guess if you use a web cam a lot, G+ would be more. Right now, it's just a social network with very little of my friends on it which is just... not fun. Facebook is fun. Also, I am grumpy at Google's lack of innovation recently... Buzz=Twitter, +=Facebook, Android=iPhone. They aren't coming up with anything NEW. Except for Google Wave, which, well... that didn't work out so well.

See? I feel like I'm yelling at kids to get off my lawn. Which should be mowed when I get home, so that's a plus.
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Travel days that start at 3 AM are destined not to go well.

I'm so tired, and I'm only half-way there (although of course, by the time I post this, I will be all the way there, because I remain too cheap to pay for airport wi-fi). I hate coming to Canada. Customs was, as always, a joy. I got to go into the special room, lucky me. They were nice though, which isn't always the case so that's good. However, I made a mistake in that I had asked the lady who sorted people into lines at the original customs point if I needed to reclaim my luggage before going to my connection. She said no, and my mistake was that I believed her. So of course I head for connections and the lady at the door said "Where's your checked luggage?" So I told her the story, and she was all "Yeah, they don't know." Ugh. And of course you can't just go back and get it. Oh, no. I had to go to Lost & Found, so that they could call an escort. He then escorted me to an office, where I had to tell my story. Then we went to the baggage claim and got my luggage. Then we went to another customs agent, who sent me to secondary customs, where I had to tell my story again and get my luggage re-x-rayed. Then I got to take it back to the lady at the connections desk, then go back to Lost & Found and get my carry-ons (because you aren't allowed to take them back in, although I was allowed to carry my purse with me even though it is roughly the size of Texas). Then (are you tired yet? Because I am.) I had to go up two flights of escalators and go through security again.

Oh, travelling, how I have not missed you.

Other highlights from the day: spilling syrup on my jeans, sweating like a pig in the sweater I'm wearing because it's 70 in Atlanta and 30 in Saskatchewan, and almost tripping over my own shoe in security. I rock!

Update 3/31:
Okay, I didn't get to post that last night because I don't have internet in my room (which is not a complaint because by "room" I mean my two-bedroom cabin in the woods with a fireplace and a full kitchen). So I landed in Saskatchewan, got my rental car. I was starving so I asked the guy for directions to someplace to eat before heading north, because I figured pickings would be slimmer once I was on the road. My choices were McDonalds, Wendy's, A&W or KFC. I went to KFC, where I was waited on by a boy who was seriously, seriously, seriously twelve. Not small for his age, actually twelve. Isn't that against the law?

Anyway, I drove the two hours, and managed to mostly stay awake. Door to door, I was on the road for fourteen hours yesterday. Not the most relaxing way to spend your Sunday. But it's a small hotel in offseason, and I had dinner with the GM and the F&B director last night (they're a couple), who currently comprise two-fifths of the staff, so it should be a laid back week. Fingers crossed!

Whoops.

Dec. 28th, 2007 12:56 am
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I just realized last night that I haven't updated since December 10th. Which is silly, because I read my flist just about every day, so it's not like I haven't been around.

Let's see. I went to Vancouver last week, which was pretty dull because I didn't do anything except go to the mall across the street from my hotel and take a completely pointless walk to see a building that's being built for the Olympics. It looked like a building. It was very exciting. Oh, and I also saw a sign for a "Thrift Shop and Mental Health Library" which I thought was an odd combo.

Then on Friday the 21st I flew home from Vancouver via Chicago, which meant delay, delay, delay. I knew when I booked it that it wouldn't be fun, but the fare was $800 cheaper so I didn't have much choice. What was supposed to be a 12 hour travel day (bad enough) turned into a nearly 19 hour one, and I didn't get home til 3am Saturday morning. I had to be back at the airport by 2pm, so that was a short time at home. Luckily, I'd set everything out so all I had to do was swap stuff out.

I took two suitcases home, and unfortunately Delta decided to hang on to the one that had all my Christmas presents, which I thought was rather sucky of them. They didn't get it to Fayetteville til Sunday at like, 2pm, which was not good because we were having our Christmas that day in Springfield, which is almost 3 hours away. My sister's friend/wannabe-boyfriend/whatever was kind enough to go get and drive it all the way up, so that I'd have the gifts in time, so Christmas was saved at the last minute!

So that's pretty much what I've been up to! Now it's just hanging out with the family for a few more days. I'm putting up some of our bowling pictures over on my facebook, so if you need a good laugh, they're here. We accidentally went to a Christian bowling alley, which I was unaware was an option.
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Okay, so I've done something today that I've never, ever done before. I've wanted to, but I usually talk myself out of it.

I refused to tip my taxi driver.

Here's the story:

[Exterior scene: LAX airport]

Our Heroine: *steps up to the head of long taxi line after 30 minute wait*

Cab Driver: *gets out, smiling*

Our Heroine: Do you take credit cards? *has had problems with this before and is thus paranoid*

Cab Driver: *manages to smile and look annoyed at the same time* Yes of course. Where are you going?

Our Heroine: *gives proper address* *gets in cab, gives proper address twice more*

Cab Driver: *takes off, headed down California freeway system of doom*

Our Heroine: *zones out, naively trusting in cab driver to take to destination*

Cab Driver: *pulls off freeway into downtown LA* *starts wandering the streets aimlessly*

Our Heroine: *notes cab fare is now $42*

Cab Driver: *pulls back on the freeway*

Our Heroine: *growing increasingly concerned, pulls out laptop to double-check address*

Cab Driver: *asks harshly for address again* *asks for phone number*

Our Heroine: *gives phone number, after verifying address was correct, WHICH IT WAS*

Cab Driver: *calls hotel, doesn't understand directions, asks three times, finally gets it*

Our Heroine: *fumes*

Cab Driver: *finally pulls over on the wrong side of the street*

Our Heroine: And what's the fare? *has to ask twice*

Cab Driver: *points to the meter which says $78*

Our Heroine: Are you insane? I am not paying for the time and distance that you wandered around lost.

I then proceded to argue with him for five minutes, while he kept trying to give me a "deal" - 'Only $65' 'Only $50' etc.

At this point I point out that the sticker on his window says flat rate from LAX to downtown is $38 - which I'd seen but was going to let go, because the difference was only a couple of dollars. He finally said, ok, $42.50. And since that was about what was on the meter when we pulled into downtown, I agreed. And then he had the unmitigated GALL to ask me if I wanted to leave a tip. I said no curtly and fumed the whole time he ran my card.

After I got out, I couldn't keep my mouth shut and I told him that I would have given him the tip - which I would have done, it's a business trip, it's not my money - if he hadn't tried to cheat me. To which he got upset and tried to say I gave him the wrong address. Which I did not, any of the five times I gave it to him. *FUMES*

Okay so. I have his name, I have his cab number. Should I file a complaint? Or should I just let it go?
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Dear Delta,

Get my luggage here now, thxvmuchyoufuckwads.

Never mind the fact that you managed to misplace my luggage on a DIRECT CONNECTION for which I checked in almost TWO HOURS in advance.

Really, forget all that. Also forget that your little baggage agent told me that my luggage would be delivered around 6 AM and would ABSOLUTELY be here by noon.

I have to leave for my next flight by 2:30, and it'd be a lot easier if my luggage were, you know, HERE.

ETA: Apparently they're too inept to actually deliver said luggage, so I'm off to the airport to pick it up. Anyone want to take bets on it actually being there?
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I HATE DELTA AIRLINES.I HATE DELTA AIRLINES.I HATE DELTA AIRLINES.I HATE DELTA AIRLINES.I HATE DELTA AIRLINES.I HATE DELTA AIRLINES.I HATE DELTA AIRLINES.I HATE DELTA AIRLINES.I HATE DELTA AIRLINES.I HATE DELTA AIRLINES.I HATE DELTA AIRLINES.I HATE DELTA AIRLINES.I HATE DELTA AIRLINES.I HATE DELTA AIRLINES.I HATE DELTA AIRLINES.I HATE DELTA AIRLINES.I HATE DELTA AIRLINES.I HATE DELTA AIRLINES.I HATE DELTA AIRLINES.I HATE DELTA AIRLINES.I HATE DELTA AIRLINES.I HATE DELTA AIRLINES.I HATE DELTA AIRLINES.I HATE DELTA AIRLINES.I HATE DELTA AIRLINES.I HATE DELTA AIRLINES.I HATE DELTA AIRLINES.I HATE DELTA AIRLINES.I HATE DELTA AIRLINES.I HATE DELTA AIRLINES.I HATE DELTA AIRLINES.


Seriously. They're the only company that actually makes me ANGRIER if I have to speak with customer service than if I don't.

Here's the deal. I want to go to France for a month. I've finally gotten the registration for the course and the payment to go through at the same time. So now I go to book my ticket. I spend fifteen minutes speaking to Mr. Goober, who tells me there is absolutely nothing available through any possible connection, multiple connections, nothing, nada, no way.

I don't believe him. Especially since I can see online that I can get to Rome that day.

So I ask to speak to his manager. I get put on hold for another fifteen minutes. Then Bitchy Lady gets on the phone and tells me that Mr. Goober has checked every thing, and that of course September is one of their busiest months. Really, I say. Oddly enough, that's what you fuckwads tell me every time. Want to fly in May? That's one of our busiest months. June? Busy. December? Busy. September? Busy. Can't you just fly a week early, she asks. Why, no, thank you, I have a JOB. Would you please check again, I ask resignedly after I finish telling that this is why people hate Delta. Seriously. I didn't call her a fuckwad, but I did use that exact phrase - this is why people hate Delta and have moved to other carriers. So after putting me on hold for another ten minutes - most of which I'm sure she spent rolling her eyes and making fun of me with her coworkers, she comes back on and says that she can get me there on the dates I want, flying from Atlanta to Newark to Amsterdam to Paris to Tolouse, all in first class. When she says first class, a bell goes off in my head. Is there no coach option with fewer stops, I ask. Oh, well yes, you could fly directly to Paris and then connect to Toulouse easily on coach, she replies, but you said you wanted to fly first. No, I say, I said I would prefer to fly first. But wouldn't a reasonable person ask me if I was willing to fly coach FIRST before they told me there was no way to get me where I wanted to go, or when I asked to speak to a manager, or before they offered me a six-stop flight?


HATE.HATE.HATE.

So now I'm booked. I won't even go into the return flight, which is a clusterfuck which will begin at 7 am on my date of departure.

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