“Hey! I think I've pissed Eris off. I'm not sure exactly how? But I'm getting the distinct feeling that I'm not in her good graces at this point in time. See, I had to stay here in Omaha all weekend in order to be available for the client site open today. As I was getting ready to leave the hotel this morning to be there for the opening, I got an email saying, "We don't really need you, don't bother." So I stayed in Omaha all weekend to be dismissed before going to the client site this morning.
I went there anyway, because, what the heck else was I gonna do? And really they didn't need me, so I turned around and came to the airport. I was booked on a 6:30 or so flight out of here, and I figured, you know, it was 11 o'clock, maybe I can get something earlier. Sure enough, there's a 1:30 flight. So I rebook myself on that flight. I get some food, you know, meander over to the gate, I'm early, I get to the gate - the flight's been delayed to 3:10.
Apparently there's a mechanical issue, the plane's coming from Denver through Omaha to Chicago, and it was tied up with a mechanical. There is a (? cheap) 2:43 flight, I think, to Chicago, you know, another half-hour earlier, but I can't switch to that flight, I guess because my bags are checked onto this one and that would cause a SNAFU and my bags might not follow me. My bag.
So now I'm on a 3:10, if it's on time now, and who knows, to Chicago. I will almost certainly miss my scheduled connection, since that's supposed to leave Chicago at 3:45 and there's kind of a temporal paradox involved there, I think. They say, "Well, maybe that flight will be delayed," so they want to rebook me right now. If I get to Chicago and I have missed it, then I get to rebook myself on, I think, a 6 o'clock flight, and hopefully that won't be delayed.
But still, unless things go horribly awry, I'll be getting into Boston much earlier than the midnight-oh-one arrival time I had, although now instead of getting in at 7, 7:30, it'll be a few hours later.
Ahhh. I, I must've done something wrong. I'm not sure what I've done. I really don't know why she's pissed with me, but I gotta figure this one out. Either that or she's not pissed with me, she's just toying with me, and this is a test.
She's like that.
Anyway, I'm babbling because I'm sitting in the airport in Omaha. Think I'm gonna see if there's WiFi. Bye!”