Generic traveler's rant incoming.
This. Business. Trip. Good lord. I'm used to how our business partners operate: on the cheap. I accept that as a legitimate cost of doing business with them.
But fuck me, if it hasn't been royally inconvenient. First, instead of a direct flight which would have taken ~40 minutes, they book a connecting flight that goes an hour out of the way to Minneapolis, then BACK to Midway in Chicago. Turning an hour long flight into a 4 hour travel time, at least.
Fine. Whatever. Been there, done that.
Then I'm up at the crack of dawn for the last three days. Yesterday was an almost 16 hour Hell of heat, non-stop auctioneer jabber polluting my thought pathways and the stress of about 100 people average watching my every key stroke.
Fine, whatever. I've been through worse.
At this point, I've slept between 5 and 6 hours a night for the last 3 days. I've had a shower maybe once. I got up at the crack of dawn again to make a flight that I had to sit around for 4 hours to board.
And then the rain came.
Delayed my flight an hour, and my connecting flight, thanks to our partner's budget-conscious travel arrangements, was missed by a window of about 10 minutes. Thanks Delta.
So now I'm sitting in Minneapolis-St. Paul for 6 hours so I can get home around midnight. That makes this about a 17 hour day or better.
And the best part? I have to walk for 10 minutes through a security check point to have a smoke. I'm furious, filthy, exhausted and desperate to get home. What do you THINK I'm gonna want to do for the next 6 hours to cope?
In summation: Fuck the weather, Fuck Delta, Fuck Modern Airport Security Procedure and half a dozen other things. All I wanna do is take my shoes off and relax at home with the comforts I haven't enjoyed at all this week, to soften all the BS I do for my job in the name of money and making a good impression.
And instead I'm trapped in this hellish purgatory of lost souls and overpriced shit sold at soulless, ravenous kiosks. I fucking HATE airports.