Airport Woes
My day in the airport was CRAZY...but I cant complain I made the decision, I wasnt in the Denver airport if I was I think I would of went crazy with all those peoples..and all those germs trapped in the airport..IIIIIIIIIISH...but I did give up my seat at ten am..only to be re-routed and not being able to arrive in Sioux Falls until almost 11pm...talk about a long day in the airport..but it will well be worth my free ticket voucher valued at $300! free trip, where to next.
Which brings me to my next topic...I was sitting at the bar as I finally allowed myself to have two large miller light taps at the airport before boarding my first of three flights...(^_^)....at one p.m.; now at the bar...two men were sitting next to me as I was reading the latest SLAM magazine....i didnt engage in their un-enlightening subjects and topics which really was about two complete strangers whose paths Im assuming will never pass again...who felt the need to show-off, brag, talk themselves up and...I was ready for one of them to leave..one answered his blackberry and talked about his trip to amsterdam and needing his secratery to do this and that, in such a loud I need to let everyone at the bar hear me on my blackberry..shut the fuck up and sit down, not one soul really cares about you at this airport..
now the other man...was in CT for a interview, he on the other hand has been interviewing all the US for potential jobs and was waiting for the right place of employment to find him as most jobs searched him out and were covering all his travel expenses and he was living it up in the hotel'y's and enjoying the new night live of all the citys he's been to. We were in hartford CT and I thought what can really be that exciting in CT of all places...again drink your beer and stop bragging up your proly' not exciting life at all..
Last plane ride 45 minutes until I reached my final destination of Sioux Falls, South Dakota...last row of the plane! LAST, god almighty...man, next to a lady and her dog...ok it was really wasn't all that bad but again my annoyance of people, humans talking to their pets as though they were really children...
I was lonely this day for social contact of people I knew and for those who knew me, I sent too many text's, attempted too many phone calls to "Im at work let me call you back meliss" as eventually the 612 died on me. But I realize my need to be in constant contact, call it a social need of my soul...
Im home and christmas is two days away...havent been home to the parents since JULY...man im horrible, for a girl who couldnt go a day without talking to her mom for nearly twenty-some years, who used to say Im going to live next to my parent's for the love of my mom and the connection we share...I miss her.
I tend to get home and not want to leave the house...a hermit in the comfort of old smells, worn in seat cushions, the creak of the doors with the jingle bells my mom proly has adorned it with every holiday season, the dry heat of the basement where my old bedroom with empty yellow walls and all that was me from 10-18 years old put in boxes, my high school days, my family times all locked into boxes in a corner. The fridge that refridgerates more beers than food these days, my parents desire, love and need for miller high life is there but yet its less than when were children. THANK YOU GOD for their small but still present cut backs in their consumption of alcoholic beverages. My sisters, my parents and the grandchildren, oh an the brother in laws whose voices will fill the house along with a dog named Sadie are soon upon my soul!
Which brings me to my next topic...I was sitting at the bar as I finally allowed myself to have two large miller light taps at the airport before boarding my first of three flights...(^_^)....at one p.m.; now at the bar...two men were sitting next to me as I was reading the latest SLAM magazine....i didnt engage in their un-enlightening subjects and topics which really was about two complete strangers whose paths Im assuming will never pass again...who felt the need to show-off, brag, talk themselves up and...I was ready for one of them to leave..one answered his blackberry and talked about his trip to amsterdam and needing his secratery to do this and that, in such a loud I need to let everyone at the bar hear me on my blackberry..shut the fuck up and sit down, not one soul really cares about you at this airport..
now the other man...was in CT for a interview, he on the other hand has been interviewing all the US for potential jobs and was waiting for the right place of employment to find him as most jobs searched him out and were covering all his travel expenses and he was living it up in the hotel'y's and enjoying the new night live of all the citys he's been to. We were in hartford CT and I thought what can really be that exciting in CT of all places...again drink your beer and stop bragging up your proly' not exciting life at all..
Last plane ride 45 minutes until I reached my final destination of Sioux Falls, South Dakota...last row of the plane! LAST, god almighty...man, next to a lady and her dog...ok it was really wasn't all that bad but again my annoyance of people, humans talking to their pets as though they were really children...
I was lonely this day for social contact of people I knew and for those who knew me, I sent too many text's, attempted too many phone calls to "Im at work let me call you back meliss" as eventually the 612 died on me. But I realize my need to be in constant contact, call it a social need of my soul...
Im home and christmas is two days away...havent been home to the parents since JULY...man im horrible, for a girl who couldnt go a day without talking to her mom for nearly twenty-some years, who used to say Im going to live next to my parent's for the love of my mom and the connection we share...I miss her.
I tend to get home and not want to leave the house...a hermit in the comfort of old smells, worn in seat cushions, the creak of the doors with the jingle bells my mom proly has adorned it with every holiday season, the dry heat of the basement where my old bedroom with empty yellow walls and all that was me from 10-18 years old put in boxes, my high school days, my family times all locked into boxes in a corner. The fridge that refridgerates more beers than food these days, my parents desire, love and need for miller high life is there but yet its less than when were children. THANK YOU GOD for their small but still present cut backs in their consumption of alcoholic beverages. My sisters, my parents and the grandchildren, oh an the brother in laws whose voices will fill the house along with a dog named Sadie are soon upon my soul!
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