||[Mar. 14th, 2007|12:09 am]
California was a blast (as always). I'll write about that later.
Remind me why I flew Continental Airlines?
I was late getting to San Jose Airport this morning, I had cut it close to when my plane was scheduled to take-off.
First I stopped at a Burger King just mere feet from the security checkpoint, and they STILL said I couldn't bring the drink onboard. It's not like I brought it from home, I got it from the restaurant RIGHT in front of them.
Then I get to my gate, and the plane was supposedly delayed 20 minutes. Turned out to be more than an hour delayed until take-off. Originally, I was supposed to land in Houston at 6pm CT, and hop onto my connecting flight to Tampa at 7:20. My plane from San Jose didn't get here till 7:45, almost half an hour AFTER my connecting flight was due to take-off. Most of the flight's passengers were sent to Continental's customer service, and of course no other flights to Tampa for the rest of the night. So very distraught, I went to the baggage office and waited 20 minutes for them to find my luggage.
I had overheard customer service saying, while I was waiting in line, that a hotel room would be paid for by them. All I got was a lame discount voucher. I didn't bother with it, I took the first shuttle I could get (after having a cigarette) to a Mariott ($200/night). I'm going to deal with the airline tomorrow when I finally get home, and make them reimburse me for this shit.
After putting my stuff into the room, I went down to the bar and ordered a daiquiri. If anyone knows me, I usually take *forever* to drink an entire alcoholic beverage. I downed that daiquiri in the time it took to smoke a cigarette (gotta love brain freeze), and ordered a second that I took to my room.
So I get to miss work tomorrow because of this fucking B/S. Greaaaaaaat.
I know it's not the end of the world, but it's BULLSHIT. *sighs*