I made it home early am yesterday. My inter kid self keep saying “Are we there yet? ARE WE THERE YET?”
My day started out as I got up Friday at 6am to get showered and make it for a breakfast at the hotel at 7am as the open up. I always stay at hotels that have free breakfast, because our $30 a day for per diem just doesn’t really go too far when you are trying to eat healthy. The night before I had talked with corporate office and they said that I was going to get home so I was really excited because I have been out traveling from the 19th of last month. I figured I was going to have to stay because I still didn’t have travel and I was originally thinking that I was going to have a 1120am dept. I made a few calls and got my travel so I really didn’t have much time to pack and get my rental car gassed and returned. After breakfast I rushed back to my room and packed all my stuff and it made my suitcase bulge for sure. It take 2 trip to the car to get everything down. I had to laugh, I tried to stuff my suitcase in the trunk and it just wouldn’t go so I had to put it in the front seat. Darn Camaro, but it was fun to drive, just not practical.
I returned the car in will out any issue and made my way to the airport, SEATAC’s rental car return is about a mile from the airport. The facility was being built when we were moving to Charleston area. It is a nice and gives the rental companies the room they so desperately needed to grow.
I am really out of practice traveling my commercial airlines because most of the time I drive or fly on our own planes. I get to the counter and put my bag down the the scales and check in. It bugs me that as a customer you should have to pay for checking in a bag. That’s why people try to take so much on as a carry on and hit you with their bags as they walk down the aisles. So I pay for the bag and get my boarding pass that the CSR freaks because my bag weighs 58 pounds. I looked at him in this questioning look. Airlines are such hogs, that 8lbs cost an additional $90. When I was a customer service agent I would have just let it slip by, but back then it was 75lbs that was overweight not 50lbs.
I was glad that I made it to the airport 2 hours before my flight because the line for security took me a hour to get through. I feel so much safer with the gentleman looking at my ID with a magnifying glass. He was giving off the vibe of “I’m the gate keeper and maybe I will let you in or maybe not”. I got past the gate keeper and now confronted the agent yelling orders to pull your liquids computer out and take off your shoes and such. And yes I called him a “ agent” not a officer as they would prefer, they are not law enforcement so they don’t deserve being called a officer. I make it out feeling like I’m a criminal, our government can do so much better than this!
I can’t help but wonder as I am waiting in line who I will be sitting next to on the plane. My bad side is like I hope they don’t spill out of their seat into mine because I have a window seat and don’t want to be squished into the wall like in the past. I get seated and the couple sits next to me with a child that is one big lap child. I was glad I had brought my ear plugs because that kid could scream. So for 2 ½ hours I enjoyed reading my book in peace and quiet. My next flight was nice because I didn’t have anyone sitting next to me, however I had these 2 younger ladies that got way goofy drinking. I once again had to put in the ear plugs to quiet them. I almost finished my book on that flight. I am not a big book reader at all, but I have fell in love the this series of Fifty Shades of Grey.
I arrive at JFK at 1130pm and get my bag. I’m pretty tired, weird how flying makes you tired because is was sitting all day. I get my bag and make my way on the train to Federal Way circle stop. I was hoping that someone was in our office that lake because I really didn’t want to walk the couple of blocks to our office carrying my bags. The last time I flew commercially they broke one of my wheels on my 58 pound bag and I really didn’t want to carry it a few blocks. I was thankful that Pleasant answered the phone and he came and got me and dropped me off at my car. He is such a sweet and nice person. I drove a hour and made it to my 2nd home. It was such a nice feeling to pull in the driveway, just like coming home. I got my key they left for me and went to my favorite room J The Captain Brynne’s room as I call it when I’m there. Its real name is called the Capt Reeder room. By now it is 2am so I am pretty tired and ready for sleep. The next day I had a wonderful breakfast and got myself together and headed out for my drive home. It really was a uneventful drive home. Halfway into the 12 hour drive I stopped for lunch/dinner. I usually don’t stop but I thought I would try something new, I always feel like it is slowing the process up when I do that, but it was nice today to do it. My next stop was at the border on NC and SC rest stop. I really hate stopping at South Carolina rest areas because they usually are not clean. As usual I was not disappointed it was way dirty, and this is a rest area that has a welcoming facility for South Carolina. Not a very good way of welcoming people to our state for sure. What bothered me the most is as I pull in there was so many stray cats. The parking stall I was pulling into had these 2 scared cats cuddling up with each other. They were so scared and pathetic, I just wanted to scoop them up and take them home. The poor things, what kind of person would let poor helpless animals off at a rest stop. I’m really not a huge animal lover, but I do have a heart and would never do that; but as a state why don’t they take then to a shelter so they can be adapted to a family that would care for them too. Shame on you South Carolina!
I finally made it home at 130am on Saturday morning. I was so glad to be home and my family warmly met me at the door, even though I was trying to sneak in quietly.
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