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Thursday, July 1, 2010
Wednesday, June 30, 2010
and so i'm back. from outer space.
after a day of travel hell, i'm finally home.
honestly, this has been the best and worst day.
on my way to the airport, i get a call from us airways that is basically "oops, your flight got cancelled." great. so i get on the phone with travelocity (sprung for the travel insurance), thinking it'd be no big deal to get me on a different flight. wrong. they could get me out of newark for an extra $200, or i can fly out of jfk...tomorrow. this is not working for me. no money, no way to get anywhere, i'm stuck at the departures gate at the dirtiest airport in the continental united states, maybe even the world. so i start crying and telling the people on the phone and at the check in that they *have* to get me out of here, that they *have* to get me home. people behind me are getting pissed and yelling at me and there's nothing i can do. the travelocity guy's useless, never using them again. finally the guy behind the counter takes pity on me and works with his manager to get me a ticket on a delta flight leaving later that afternoon.
now on to the delta line from hell. i waited an hour and forty five minutes (people kept butting in line - so annoying!) and when i finally got to the check in desk, it turned out the us airways guy had only printed me a ticket, not made me a reservation. the lady got me the. last. seat. i asked her to marry me.
so off to wait for my flight to leave in five hours. the gate changes once i'm down there waiting to another gate all the way across the airport, but at this point i'm just happy to be past security. i also randomly saw two girls from my dance team. so weird.
then i flirted (shamelessly, i might add) with the delta gate agent to get an aisle seat. i must have either been on fire flirting or looking like a total mess cuz he went above and beyond and got me exit row aisle. now that is how to travel. i could slump in my seat *and* stretch out my legs. it was awesome.
i fiiiiiiiiinnnnaaalllyyy get to salt lake and got picked up by two of my favoritest people in the whole wide world: dj & b. dressed all wacky - i loved it. i nearly knocked that boy off his feet. driving back to provo was really surreal, i couldn't believe it was actually happening.
but it's real. i'm home. and i never want to leave again. ever.
[here's b's airport picking up outfit. you can't see it but her skirt is actually a sparkly clubbing dress. and her butt looks fantastic.]
honestly, this has been the best and worst day.
on my way to the airport, i get a call from us airways that is basically "oops, your flight got cancelled." great. so i get on the phone with travelocity (sprung for the travel insurance), thinking it'd be no big deal to get me on a different flight. wrong. they could get me out of newark for an extra $200, or i can fly out of jfk...tomorrow. this is not working for me. no money, no way to get anywhere, i'm stuck at the departures gate at the dirtiest airport in the continental united states, maybe even the world. so i start crying and telling the people on the phone and at the check in that they *have* to get me out of here, that they *have* to get me home. people behind me are getting pissed and yelling at me and there's nothing i can do. the travelocity guy's useless, never using them again. finally the guy behind the counter takes pity on me and works with his manager to get me a ticket on a delta flight leaving later that afternoon.
now on to the delta line from hell. i waited an hour and forty five minutes (people kept butting in line - so annoying!) and when i finally got to the check in desk, it turned out the us airways guy had only printed me a ticket, not made me a reservation. the lady got me the. last. seat. i asked her to marry me.
so off to wait for my flight to leave in five hours. the gate changes once i'm down there waiting to another gate all the way across the airport, but at this point i'm just happy to be past security. i also randomly saw two girls from my dance team. so weird.
then i flirted (shamelessly, i might add) with the delta gate agent to get an aisle seat. i must have either been on fire flirting or looking like a total mess cuz he went above and beyond and got me exit row aisle. now that is how to travel. i could slump in my seat *and* stretch out my legs. it was awesome.
i fiiiiiiiiinnnnaaalllyyy get to salt lake and got picked up by two of my favoritest people in the whole wide world: dj & b. dressed all wacky - i loved it. i nearly knocked that boy off his feet. driving back to provo was really surreal, i couldn't believe it was actually happening.
but it's real. i'm home. and i never want to leave again. ever.
[here's b's airport picking up outfit. you can't see it but her skirt is actually a sparkly clubbing dress. and her butt looks fantastic.]Tuesday, June 29, 2010
welcome to ris's world of freaking the heck out. please buckle up for safety.
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had a talk with the mom and we decided i am not a good fit because her needs are different than expected because she's home way more than she originally thought she would be and having me here is too many bodies and is wasting her money and my time. (not to mention the fact that i wasn't allowed to say no, let alone discipline these children whatsoever and that having me here and not allowing me to do my job is ridiculous.) so she told me to use her credit card and book myself a new flight (they decided it would be cheaper than having to pay the rebooking fee from my original ticket, which was going to be about $300) for sunday because they could really use the help over the weekend. no problem, i say. flight booked, for only $230. then at ten tonight, she mentions to the other nanny (yeah, you can see why i'm not really needed. i was the 2nd nanny. for two kids.) how i have to be up crazy early tomorrow morning for the car service. 'on sunday' i say. 'no, tomorrow' she says. somehow, i didn't get a text from her saying she talked to her husband and they decided it'd be better for me to leave tomorrow morning.
cue the 'holy crap' string racing through my mind.
so. an hour (and $400) later, my ticket is changed to tomorrow. i feel terrible about all that wasted money but she didn't seem to care very much, which is crazy. are you doing the math? that's $630 for me to go home. that's not even including the $500 it took to get me out here less than a week ago. i feel sick about it. but i also feel relieved to go home. this has been an complete and utter disaster from the get go. the mom was incredibly kind and gracious (i really like her) but the job has been a nightmare.
i will be home in less than twenty four hours.
holy crap holy crap holy crap holy crap
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holy crap holy crap holy crap holy crap
holy crap holy crap holy crap holy crap
had a talk with the mom and we decided i am not a good fit because her needs are different than expected because she's home way more than she originally thought she would be and having me here is too many bodies and is wasting her money and my time. (not to mention the fact that i wasn't allowed to say no, let alone discipline these children whatsoever and that having me here and not allowing me to do my job is ridiculous.) so she told me to use her credit card and book myself a new flight (they decided it would be cheaper than having to pay the rebooking fee from my original ticket, which was going to be about $300) for sunday because they could really use the help over the weekend. no problem, i say. flight booked, for only $230. then at ten tonight, she mentions to the other nanny (yeah, you can see why i'm not really needed. i was the 2nd nanny. for two kids.) how i have to be up crazy early tomorrow morning for the car service. 'on sunday' i say. 'no, tomorrow' she says. somehow, i didn't get a text from her saying she talked to her husband and they decided it'd be better for me to leave tomorrow morning.
cue the 'holy crap' string racing through my mind.
so. an hour (and $400) later, my ticket is changed to tomorrow. i feel terrible about all that wasted money but she didn't seem to care very much, which is crazy. are you doing the math? that's $630 for me to go home. that's not even including the $500 it took to get me out here less than a week ago. i feel sick about it. but i also feel relieved to go home. this has been an complete and utter disaster from the get go. the mom was incredibly kind and gracious (i really like her) but the job has been a nightmare.
i will be home in less than twenty four hours.
holy crap holy crap holy crap holy crap
holy crap holy crap holy crap holy crap
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holy crap holy crap holy crap holy crap
Monday, June 28, 2010
Sunday, June 27, 2010
i'm hungry for some soup. good thing i just saw joel mchale in times square.
well, it took me a while, but i finally found my church. it's a tiny ysa branch about twenty minutes from my house and (dj called it) i'm already the branch piano player (i hate the technical word for that. it makes me giggle like a twelve year old.). good thing i get to play some i love america songs next week. those are my favorite style. i will probably go early and battle hymn of the republic prelude it up.
after church, i met up with allie in the city. somewhere between pinkberry (yum! esp. watermelon), cosi (double yum, plus what was with all the cops with huge guns?), seeing joel mchale in times square (sorry it's blurry! it's for reals him though.),
and hanging out in bryant park (new favorite park, sorry central. try and beat it, i dare you!), i decided i love my friendship with al. it's great because we can call and talk and see each other sometimes and it's really fun, but neither of us get butt-hurt if we don't see/talk for a while. that's a fun style of friend = low maintenance. :)
all in all, a pretty great day.
after church, i met up with allie in the city. somewhere between pinkberry (yum! esp. watermelon), cosi (double yum, plus what was with all the cops with huge guns?), seeing joel mchale in times square (sorry it's blurry! it's for reals him though.),
and hanging out in bryant park (new favorite park, sorry central. try and beat it, i dare you!), i decided i love my friendship with al. it's great because we can call and talk and see each other sometimes and it's really fun, but neither of us get butt-hurt if we don't see/talk for a while. that's a fun style of friend = low maintenance. :)
all in all, a pretty great day.
Saturday, June 26, 2010
today i got spit in the face by a six year old.
seriously.
what.
am.
i.
doing.
here.
???
and now for some comic relief...
[courtesy of ilovecharts.tumblr.com]
ps. skype, i love you. nothing beats being able to see your handsome boyfriend's face from 2221.89 miles (kill me) away. a tip of the hat to you.
what.
am.
i.
doing.
here.
???
and now for some comic relief...
[courtesy of ilovecharts.tumblr.com]ps. skype, i love you. nothing beats being able to see your handsome boyfriend's face from 2221.89 miles (kill me) away. a tip of the hat to you.
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