the minute i step off my moooost relaxing cruise to the caribbean...
the staff had my suitcase placed in quarantine because i was sick that thursday. they didn't tell me so i end up wandering around 20 minutes till someone figures it out. we take a bus to check our bags at the airline. it is a complete and ...total f'g mess. there is supposed to be one line for bag check but people are forming their own lines and the staff are checking their bags! some lady working for the airline drags these three people up in front of everyone, scolding them. tells the guy if he EVER touches her again she is calling security. she is waaay pissed off. she leaves them in front of everyone and they are now first in line??? they move on, then some kid with no bags to check steps up...?? mind you, time is moving soooo slow. the staff have no sense of urgency for anything!! some people are bitching about the kiosk not working right.. someone else bitching about a missing bag. we get out of line to one of the "non-line" lines because we keep getting screwed... i could go on and on about what a frustrating f'g disaster it was and the shitty customer service.
so we finally finish that insane BS with the airline... and we end up walking a mile to the car rental place. me coming off foot surgery and 72 yr old ma with her bad back and walker. the bus line is foreeeever. we get the car and go to the beach for awhile. on the way back, some jackass in a big hurry nails my front quarter panel. they don't stop and it's now a hit and run and our flight is in 2 hours. cop has no one to site and the rental place thankfully does not need much to document the accident. we barely make the flight. we make it to my mom's house and i discover i am about to be overdrawn in my bank account. the car rental co. had an obnoxiously high deposit amount for the rental. mom loans me funds and we both get dinged for a wire transfer, but i have to do it.
and now here i am at work staring at a huge pile of back up work.
karma's a bitch. a big fucking bitch with a shitload of attitude.
"My brother's Municipal League baseball team is named the Stepdads. Seeing as none of the guys on the team are actual stepdads, I inquired about the name. He explained, "Cuz we beat you, and you hate us."