Y10 D76

Pre-written post. 2am EST.

So I wake up at 1am to a screaming alarm from the middle of a deep REM sleep only to find an email from american saying my first flight today has been delayed 30 minutes. This drops me to 30 minutes for my connection in Dallas. Not happy. Let's see if I make it or not. I may not be getting home when I thought I would be. Fucking flying. Lovely shit kids. To make matters worse, my fridge was adjusted and my fucking rockstar froze and then exploded when I tried to open it just now. Thank goodness they had a no-carb monster in the lobby.

Taught day 4. Am exhausted from all of it. Again, the students were not engaged or interested in this group. The other three groups were a little less pessimistic than this one. They were all people who had been there a while and didn't think any change will ever happen. Five of the 17 didn't even bother coming back and one more left at lunch. Well fuck you too.

Got back to the hotel at 5, ate, packed, and went to bed at 8. Am running on about 4.5 hours of sleep. On top of that the fucking idiots in SoCal wanted to do a meeting today. Um, fuck you? Get in early on Monday. I did book my end of month trip down there. Mon-Sat. Am doing two days of training then three workshops. The fucking marketing person is like "you can take an afternoon flight home on Friday!". You can suck my dick. I am not trying to rush my ass from Pasadena to Burbank on a Friday at 1pm to catch the only flight at 3pm home. You're paying for one more night. Deal with it. I did book a first class ticket too. American wanted 791 for a coach flight to Burbank which would actually be on Alaska. I booked it direct with Alaska and paid $650 for first. Double suck my dick.

Okay, time to head out to the airport and see if I get home. Tomorrow's entry will pretty much be me bitching about how hard it was to get home. Stay tuned for that!

Update - made it to airport. 3:21am EST. Fun.

HEY! This is post 3000!! Damn.