I am not a teenager. I am not gay. I am not currently being bullied. I may not be any of those things, but really needed an "It Gets Better" PSA or campaign this weekend.
First one of my bosses waited until the last minute to decide to go on a fabulous vacation. I called the travel person so many times that I know her schedule by heart. First he refused a morning flight. Then he said and I quote, "I would rather die than get on another boat" when it was suggested that he take the ferry. The resort he wanted was booked and we had to find another with a villa that he would be happy with. After all my changes it becomes clear that their are no acceptable flight times and I will have to arrange a charter flight. I thought everything was done and ""BAM" I find out that the charter can't fly him because he would get to that airport at night and they stop flying at sundown. I call to tell my boss and he replies with something like, "Yeah, I don't think they have runway lights." Why in the world would you agree to an evening flight somewhere that does not have runway lights. Forget taking off on the connector flight, how were they planning to land the original plane?
I worked on this trip for 3 days and just when I got everything back on track I get another call from the charter company asking for a reservation number. Neither I nor the agent I was working with ever had a reservation number from them. When asked for it my agent replies, "What do they mean reservation number?" This carried on into Saturday and for those of you who are not clear, I don't work Saturdays. I spent Saturday recovering from Friday night. No, there was no party. I spent the whole night baking a sampler platter for a woman who was considering ordering from my dessert business, but first she wanted a "free" sampler. She did not say free, but I knew she wasn't looking to pay. She is someone my mother knows and therefore I decided to extend this courtesy.
My mother-in-law had been with us for month and was going home on Saturday. I wanted this to be nice day and for us to visit and say goodbye to Husband, who was working. I thought we were all set to go when I realized I could not find my car keys. I spent the next 30 minutes retracing my steps through my non-palatial estate trying to figure out how I lost them in such a limited space and periodically interrogating my 3 year old. By the time I found them in the closet, we missed Husband's lunch, but was still determined to go because I did not work this hard for nothing. We spent time with him while he was working, which would have been awkward, but I had already reached "don't care" levels. When it was time to go I asked the best way to the airport. Husband told me to use my GPS. I did. It took me to the cargo flight area that is nothing like the passenger flight area. I rode in circles to get back to the highway (we followed a plane and a rental car drop-off bus) and went 2 exits to the actual airport. On the way back my mother called to fuss with me about her friend's order.
She, the friend, had trouble with the order form and did not actually place her order until late Saturday. I planned my baking schedule and was all set to be done. I put my pies in the oven to brown and all I was going to do next was decorate my cookies. I stopped to answer the phone, took a couple of sniffs and realized something was wrong. My pies were burning!!! I have never burned a pie crust in my ENTIRE life. I know there is a first time for everything, but 7pm was not the time for this. I had to make everything all over again.
Making matters worse was that while I was sneaking a peak at one of my favorite shows, only to find out they were killing off one of the best characters. I would normally plug a show I like, but since they killed Graham they can suck it this week. I finally get close to finish and my sister brings the kids back. Thank God she took them in the first place. I go to ask my normally sweet husband to help me put them to bed and he gives me crazy face and talks inaudibly. I give him my "sweet as pie" voice and he snaps out of it and comes to the rescue.
I finally think that it is all over. I pack the desserts up, and get my kid to school, make it to the delivery and then...I lose my phone in my car. I drive a Jetta. I should not be able to lose anything in that small space (much like in my house, right?). I look for what amounts to 30 minutes. I am sure if I had a nicer car people would have thought I was trying to steal it. I went around the car. I looked under the car, in the window, under seats. I knew if was in there because my Blue tooth was still connected. Finally, I found it tucked on the side of the passenger seat by the metal rails. I just knew that my day was bound to get better from here.
WRONG! Get to my desk to find the that hotel for the trip has yet to agree to pick up my boss from the airport. That would be a nightmare- him cursing on a dark airstrip (no lights, remember?). I get someone on the phone who says they don't have my email. I wait to be connected only to have them say, "Oh we got it. Sorry, it was the weekend!" I KNOW IT WAS THE WEEKEND! I was hoping to have one and enjoy it, but no such luck.
Somebody please tell me that it gets better!
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