I'm leaving today to go up to my mom's in Reno for Christmas. (I'll be there through the 27th, BTW, with unpredictable time/access to the net, just F everyone's I.) I got a call from my husband, all frantic, saying that he'd checked my flight info online and that they'd moved it up! WTF?? They have my e-mail -- I got my confirmation and itinerary to my main e-mail address back when the tickets were booked -- and they couldn't be bothered to let me know that they'd moved the time forward?! I mean, OK, if it'd gone backward some that'd be one thing, but earlier?? [headdesk]
So I double-check and sure enough. And I'm calling to change my shuttle reservation and throwing things in the laundry and jumping in the shower because yeah, I always run last minute, and yeah, I know that this is why that's not a great idea, but that's how I operate and it works if everyone involved has their head out of their ass. [sigh]
You know, it's getting to the point where just the thought of walking out my front door, much less actually travelling somewhere, just makes me tired. I don't need this, I really don't.
