damn you northwest. damn you all. here's the story (beat beat) of a lovely lady (beat beat) who is going to lose her shit over her flights home: i was supposed to come home monday night and be in little rock at about 8pm. on saturday night, i get a recorded call from northwest saying my flight was cancelled and that i had been rescheduled to leave buffalo on the 31st. i called the 800 number and advised them that that's-a no good and that it was imperative that i arrive in little rock on the 30th as originally planned. shuffle shuffle type type. the help desk person FINALLY (i swear neither of us said a word for like 10 minutes) says she can get on me on a Continental flight that will get me into little rock at like 11pm. not ideal, but fine. i called my boss and told her i would be coming in at noon on tuesday, made plans to have lunch with my dad (he was in capitol city monday night and tuesday and i was PLANNING on hanging out with him monday night when i got in but that was when i was going to be there at 8. the man hasn't seen 11pm since like 1978), and just tried to let it go. so mom and i show up at the airport on monday evening, ready to check in, and Continental doesn't have me scheduled to fly with them. the only information they have is me flying out with northwest on the 31st, on the gd rescheduled flight they tried to give me the first time. so by this point madre's face is 9 shades of red and the woman is ready to GET LOUD up in the airport (irish catholic, short fuse, the meanness can cover you like lava). we march back over to the northwest desk and basically say WTF NORTHWEST. shuffle shuffle. type type. so they get me on a flight at 9:30 yesterday morning, landing in little rock at 3pm. upside: i got to spend another night with my mom, they flew me back first-class the whole way (they bring you soda in a real glass. i kind of felt like a movie star), and i got to miss another day's work. downside: i missed a day's work, i missed my dad, and the best part is... wait for it... they lost my fucking luggage. FOR THE LOVE OF PETE. i had a great time with my mom, and i'll post the pictures to prove it soon. do not fly northwest. just don't. good gravy.
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Wednesday, August 1, 2007
oh boy am i pissed
damn you northwest. damn you all. here's the story (beat beat) of a lovely lady (beat beat) who is going to lose her shit over her flights home: i was supposed to come home monday night and be in little rock at about 8pm. on saturday night, i get a recorded call from northwest saying my flight was cancelled and that i had been rescheduled to leave buffalo on the 31st. i called the 800 number and advised them that that's-a no good and that it was imperative that i arrive in little rock on the 30th as originally planned. shuffle shuffle type type. the help desk person FINALLY (i swear neither of us said a word for like 10 minutes) says she can get on me on a Continental flight that will get me into little rock at like 11pm. not ideal, but fine. i called my boss and told her i would be coming in at noon on tuesday, made plans to have lunch with my dad (he was in capitol city monday night and tuesday and i was PLANNING on hanging out with him monday night when i got in but that was when i was going to be there at 8. the man hasn't seen 11pm since like 1978), and just tried to let it go. so mom and i show up at the airport on monday evening, ready to check in, and Continental doesn't have me scheduled to fly with them. the only information they have is me flying out with northwest on the 31st, on the gd rescheduled flight they tried to give me the first time. so by this point madre's face is 9 shades of red and the woman is ready to GET LOUD up in the airport (irish catholic, short fuse, the meanness can cover you like lava). we march back over to the northwest desk and basically say WTF NORTHWEST. shuffle shuffle. type type. so they get me on a flight at 9:30 yesterday morning, landing in little rock at 3pm. upside: i got to spend another night with my mom, they flew me back first-class the whole way (they bring you soda in a real glass. i kind of felt like a movie star), and i got to miss another day's work. downside: i missed a day's work, i missed my dad, and the best part is... wait for it... they lost my fucking luggage. FOR THE LOVE OF PETE. i had a great time with my mom, and i'll post the pictures to prove it soon. do not fly northwest. just don't. good gravy.
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