Darn it, darn it, darn it!
I arose at 3:45am this morning and left the house at 4:45am to drive to the airport for my assigned trip.
So, I'm on the parking lot shuttle bus, on my way to the terminal. My phone rings. It's the Crew Desk. My trip is canceled. The whole trip. No Houston. No Denver. No Chicago.
Worst of all...No Philly.
No dinner with jojo. I'm very sad.
Flight attendants have their own version of Murphy's Law. It goes like this: "If you make plans with family or friends for your layover, invariably the trip will fall apart."
The good thing is that the thought of smoking never even entered my mind. Killing one of the Crew Schedulers certainly did...but not smoking.
