Fuck Minneapolis airport. Fuck its super long concourses, the fact my flights are always at the absolute end of the airport with no concessions, tiny bathrooms that reek of piss and inadequate waiting areas that can't even seat a full regional jet worth of passengers. Fuck their super trendy "Native American" themed stores, decorations and everything else. Fuck the fact that anyone entering Minneapolis is guaranteed at least an hour layover. Fuck the 20 minute walk it takes to get back to security so you can smoke. And fuck the fact my business trips always, always, ALWAYS connect through there because it yields the cheapest flights.
Minneapolis: A traveler's purgatory.
And lastly, fuck the auction owner who has stiffed me TWICE now for the money I'm supposed to get for doing this godawful, shitty work. I basically lose most of a week of free time, have to get up at the ass crack of dawn to make flights and set up the auction, work between 1 and 2 16 hour days clerking their insane, non-stop auctions, get stressed as shit, get yelled at for technical problems that are beyond my control (like a bad internet/cell signal when running an auction inside what amounts to a Faraday Cage in the middle of BFE Bumpkinville USA, with an already poor Internet/Celluar reception because they're all 5 miles outside of town), lose two days of clocked in pay and all I get in return for all this is a $200 travel "bonus", which, when I do the math, is just about exactly what I would have made for working those two days. The extra money I'm supposed to get is literally the only reason I don't tell my boss "Fuck no" like everyone else at work, and I can't even call the auctioneer out on it because it's effectively a gentlemens' agreement aside from the actual contract. The money is so the "Nerd Herd", as they call us, don't burn out putting up with this shit. Well, guess what, I'm fucking burning out on it. And I've got 2 more auctions, at least, before the end of the year.
I'd like to say at least I'm not at work, and that's something, but the fact is the auction week, and a good, problem-free auction, makes the worst days at work seem peachy fucking keen.