That's me, banging my head on the wall.
Showed up at the airport for my 5:00am check-in this morning (for my Tampa/Los Angeles trip). Purser says to me "Who are you? Your name isn't on the crew list".
I call Crew Desk. "Oh, yeah. We forgot to call you. We changed your trip. Your check-in isn't until 7:45 am now. You're going to DC-San Diego-Houston today. But we don't know what to do with you once you reach Houston. Call us when you get there..."
Bam! Bam! Bam!
Ohhhhhh, I am SO glad I don't smoke any more. I would have used all this stuff as excuses to smoke a whole pack or two in the last 36 hours .
And it wouldn't have changed a single thing. Not the canceled trip to Sao Paulo and Rio. Not the unnecessary 5am check-in. Not the fact that I am merely a tiny pawn in the hands of the Evil Crew Desk who, despite their great power, has NO idea what to "do with me" when I get to Houston.
I am all about lovin' up my Quit today. It is one of the most important things in my life. Sound too puffed up? Well, think about it... My Quit is what allows me to do what I want to do, not what my nicotine addiction tells me to do. My Quit is what allows me to go where I want to go, not where my nicotine addiction tells me to go. Those are some pretty darn big benefits to not smoking, wouldn't you agree?
Nevertheless...bam! bam! bam! 😉
xxxooo Sky
