imjustagirl
Active Member
So I'm sharing a condo with a cohort on the beat last week, a condo without internet access. So I use dial-up when I have to, otherwise I'm in the media center using theirs.
I had planned to use the wireless at the Orlando airport to send in my stuff for tomorrow's paper, since I'd be there nearly four hours before my flight took off. Except my work computer is freaking out, and won't recognize that I have wireless capabilities about 85 percent of the time. So I'm panicking, flight's going to board in 20 minutes, and no one will let me use their phone line.
Finally a nice girl (Melody at the InMotion in the B terminal at Orlando, if any of you fly through there and want to meet a nice person) let me use hers. So I'm sitting behind her counter, on the floor, furiously trying to send three files and talking to the desk at the same time. Get done, throw everything in my bag and run downstairs to board...except the flight's delayed an hour. Doesn't say that on any board upstairs (I looked when I went back up), only next to the gate.
OK, fair enough. I go back upstairs, call Melody's boss to praise her to high heavens, go get a drink at Outback, and finally get on my flight. Get to my car here at home...and the battery is dead. Stupid 8 a.m. flights and leaving my headlights on. So I call Verizon roadside assistance, and I'm told it will take 90 minutes to get someone there. Storm clouds are rolling in fast.
Luckily, the little courtesy truck from the airport comes around about 15 minutes later and gives me a jump. I call to cancel my thing with Verizon, and notice my low-fuel light is on. Now, I live about 20 miles from the airport, which should be just enough time to let the battery recharge while I drive...but now I have to stop for gas. I decide to hell with safety, and I put gas in while the motor's running. I'm not taking that chance.
I get home, shut it off, and it restarts. So I think I'm good. I'm home about 3 hours after I wanted to be, and now I'm going out for a much-needed beer (or four) with a friend from work.
Anyone else have a ****ty day and need to get it off their chest?
I had planned to use the wireless at the Orlando airport to send in my stuff for tomorrow's paper, since I'd be there nearly four hours before my flight took off. Except my work computer is freaking out, and won't recognize that I have wireless capabilities about 85 percent of the time. So I'm panicking, flight's going to board in 20 minutes, and no one will let me use their phone line.
Finally a nice girl (Melody at the InMotion in the B terminal at Orlando, if any of you fly through there and want to meet a nice person) let me use hers. So I'm sitting behind her counter, on the floor, furiously trying to send three files and talking to the desk at the same time. Get done, throw everything in my bag and run downstairs to board...except the flight's delayed an hour. Doesn't say that on any board upstairs (I looked when I went back up), only next to the gate.
OK, fair enough. I go back upstairs, call Melody's boss to praise her to high heavens, go get a drink at Outback, and finally get on my flight. Get to my car here at home...and the battery is dead. Stupid 8 a.m. flights and leaving my headlights on. So I call Verizon roadside assistance, and I'm told it will take 90 minutes to get someone there. Storm clouds are rolling in fast.
Luckily, the little courtesy truck from the airport comes around about 15 minutes later and gives me a jump. I call to cancel my thing with Verizon, and notice my low-fuel light is on. Now, I live about 20 miles from the airport, which should be just enough time to let the battery recharge while I drive...but now I have to stop for gas. I decide to hell with safety, and I put gas in while the motor's running. I'm not taking that chance.
I get home, shut it off, and it restarts. So I think I'm good. I'm home about 3 hours after I wanted to be, and now I'm going out for a much-needed beer (or four) with a friend from work.
Anyone else have a ****ty day and need to get it off their chest?