Tuesday, September 20, 2016

Y8 D117

I fucking hate this hotel. It's very conveniently located to the client, but it's also right next to Penn Station. Constant flow of trash and beggars. You can't get a moment peace trying to walk anywhere. Last night I must have been hassled 10 times between the vape shop I went to (hold on explain why in a minute) and back. That was less than a .5 mile away. Fucking ridiculous.

I had the worst flight ever yesterday. I never get angry or confrontational on planes, but this motherfucker next to me almost made me break my rules.

The morning started out okay. Got to the airport, had a nice seat in 4A. Made it to DFW 30 minutes early. Things started out okay. Well there must have been some cancelations or problems because my second flight was packed to the teeth. 40 names on the upgrade list. 40! I was at 15. Only one got cleared. I had an exit window which wasn't horrible in of itself so I wasn't too upset. At least at first. I had an hour to kill when I got there and was doing okay. My flight ended up being 90 minutes delayed. I was already not getting to NJ until 5:30, now it would be 7.

I get in my seat and Gupta sits down in the middle. He immediately tries to take over the entire armrest which I was having none of for sure. I then spent the next three and half hours with him elbowing me as he worked on a fucking tablet doing some stupid ass presentation for his stupid ass company. I finally shoved my tablet in between us to make a wall and he bangs his elbow into it and gives me a look. I hard stared his ass down. A little after that he tried to cross his legs and I kicked his foot back to his side. It was an uncomfortable annoying flight the whole way.

Get here, finally get to the hotel around 8, iron, order room service, and discover my vape tank leaked all over and I don't have enough to refill it. Luckily I found a shop close by and was able to get some replacement juice. That was the only thing in my favor it felt like.

Watched some TV and went to bed around 10. Two days and then I go home. I can't believe I am looking forward to Miami. Only because it has to be better than this shithole.

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