Last week was the worst week in ages. Everything went from great to this sucks!
What made it the worst week?
The flight to and back from San Diego.... in one word.... sucked. My 6AM flight from Boston to Minneapolis was cancelled, so they had booked me on a later flight out from Boston to Detroit. Oh well! Sure. But this dopey flight got delayed at Boston. Wha! Delayed already! There was not even a cloud in the sky, not even a speck of snow, and who is flying out at 6AM in the morning from Boston, save a few Delta Shuttles to New York or Washington DC. Anyways, 30 mins late, we were flying to Detroit. But of course with the 30 min delay, I missed the connection from Detroit to San Diego. So, the rebooked flight had to be rebooked and I was finally on my way to San Diego. I had forgotten how long these flights are (not comparing to going south East Asia), but, man, I got very fidgeting and annoyed with smallest of the items. Thoughts kept wandering to the lonesome cats; what are they doing right now? Sleeping on the forbidden couch for sure! Probably the most absurd thing was that despite all this cancellation, delays and aggravation, I reached only 45 mins after the original scheduled flights AND my bags arrived with me. Whoa! Who would have thunk!
Now the flight back, we started on time, at 12:26PM on Saturday, and got into Detroit on time (in fact 15 earlier), but Detroit was a MESS (capital MESS). We arrived at 7:30PM local time, I was starving, but there was no food available, as there were quite a few flights were delayed and early birds were able to scavenge all the food. And, I was too tired to go out beyond security point (actually, more than tired, I had laptop, and a brown bag carrying a precious glass vase, a jacket, a scarf that kept falling off, and shoes with buckles........and the thought of going through security left me numb). So, sans food I climbed into the dopey flight that was 1.5 hours delayed in taking off from Detroit. Doing the math.... oh yes, I was 1.5 hours later arriving in Boston, in the small hours of the Sunday morning. Now anyone who knows me, knows, I don't do too well in the really small hours of the morning. I need the hours to read greater than 4, for me to make any sense.
I got home at those wee early hours to an empty house sans the boys.... it was disheartening on one hand, but happy that they were back home. The boys go home this week. Wah! I have come to love these boys as my kids, but of course they are 'borrowed hearts'. I cherished their stay and they are the nicest and warmest guests (till date). I left for sunny San Diego on Tuesday early morning, and it was heart breaking to leave them for 4 whole days until their real owners came to pick them up. It felt miserable, because it was the first time I was leaving anyone home alone and I knew in my heart I was coming back to an empty house. So going away on its own was bad enough..... read on.
The meeting staffing at San Diego was alright, my event planner rocks, so everything went smoothly. Ah, but well, one tragedy that left us (staffing team of 8 people) really saddened was that one of the attendee to the meeting died in the hotel room. This was the hotel second death since its opening 10 years ago and the first happened in august this year. What made this especially sad for me, was that Tuesday (Nov 1st) was also my mothers death anniversary. Sorry mum, I know you did not raise a frail kid, but, it just feels very lost.
I am back... hoping things will look up, I know and believe they will (I think). :)