As of right now, I’ve missed six flights back to Atlanta, and I’m currently stranded at Reagan National Airport. The storms I narrowly avoided leaving Atlanta on Friday ultimately caught up with me on Saturday, and in the process forced pretty much every airline to cancel flights left and right, to which the continuous backlash of such backlogging is striking me with much vengeance at this very moment. I predict I will miss a total of twelve flights by the time I’m able to get through. Thankfully I have plenty to read, and the requisite internet access to bitch and moan about how much my April’s been sucking.
Needless to say, without question, I won’t be able to make it back to Atlanta in time for me to actually do any work that I’d get paid to do. I have the option of calling my mom and having her get me out of here until a later time when every single flight doesn’t have 50+ other stranded passengers waiting to get on, but to be perfectly honest, I’d rather wait here at the airport. It’s barely more comfortable here than it is at my parents’ house.
