Just outside my window.. well that was unexpected.
Saturday, June 14, 2008
Sunday, June 8, 2008
I'm not in Austria
So that's where the fun stopped and the annoyance began. After another hour on a bus, I got to the airport where I stood in line for about 25 minutes to check-in. Then the guy at the counter says, in a very chipper way, "well, you're not confirmed for this flight" and I'm like.. "what?" I've given him the paper that I printed off from when I bought the flight- the paper that says "That's it! Your booking is complete, this is your Itinerary/Receipt.Please print this page and bring it with you when you check-in along with the required form of valid form of photo ID." This paper also had a confirmation number and a booking date. So this man then tells me that for some reason, everything went through on my end, and although I received this information telling me "That's it!", I didn't receive an email (I didn't know i was supposed to receive an email!), so that means it wasn't confirmed on their end and if I want to get on that flight, I'll have to pay 250 euros.. ($375) .. oh, and that's just one way.. it'd be 315euros for round trip ($475) &#*$^#! WHAT?! what am i supposed to do now?! I've just paid 75dollars to get to barcelona and another 30 dollars to get to the airport and now I have to pay almost 500 dollars (just under what I paid for roundtrip to Europe) for a flight that I should already be set for!?
So.. if I did something wrong, alright.. but what else was I supposed to do? I followed all the directions for booking the flight, I've done it through them 10 times before, I paid and everything, now why wouldn't I be confirmed, then?! OH, because you didn't send an email? WHY didn't you send an email!?
I asked the guy if this happens often while my eyes started to tear up.. and he just shrugged and said, "Yeah, sometimes". He did give me options, though.. I could pay 300euros for a flight on TUESDAY or 250 for a flight to a different city on Sunday... I just laughed at him and said "that really doesn't help me at all." After trying and getting nowhere for a long time, I was turned away and was standing in the middle of this airport with all these people staring at me as I was sobbing and shaking. I don't have Julie's numer to call to tell her not to pick me up from the airport, I don't know if I'll be able to use my Tuesday bus ticket to Madrid for today, I'm all alone and I just want to call home and talk to my mom! I find a phone where I can make international calls.. and I'm just standing in front of it crying for a while.. 1) i don't have any 2euro coins, which is all that the machine takes 2)I can't focus enough to read in Spanish how i'm supposed to operate it and 3)ARRGH!!
I probably stood there for 5-10 minutes when a lady comes up to me, calls her husband and friend back and asks me (I think) if i speak.... something.. which I obviously don't as I don't know what she said. So her husband spoke to me in Spanish and asked me what was wrong. After I told him, he stuck a coin in the phone and dialed home for me, and they stood there while I cried into the phone talking to mom. I felt really badly because as she picked up I could just imagine her heart flipping when she hears someone bawling on the other end, so i tell her "I'm ok, I'm not hurt, just really upset!" She reassures me, tells me she loves me, and that they will get ahold of Julie. I showered the people that helped me with thanks, and eventually end up outside the building against the wall just cooling off a bit when another lady approached me. She was from Scotland and just talked to me while she rolled her cigarette. It was pretty difficult to understand her because of her accent (had to have her repeat "it's bright'nin up a bit" 3 times before i got it). She made me feel a lot better, I started thinking logically again and remembering that this isn't at all close to a tragedy, of course I would LOVE to be having a great time with Julie in Graz, but .. hopefully there's a reason for this. I caught the bus back to Barcelona, then to Madrid and arrived back at my apartment at midnight to put everything away that I had packed up just 24 hours before.
18 hours of bus rides, a few hours of crying, a few of sleep, and the beginning of "G.I. Jane" 3 times without sound make for a long day.
Friday, June 6, 2008
study... or not?
My final is next Monday.. so I guess I have about 9 days to study.. but i'm going to Austria this weekend.. so that cuts out about 4 days. AHH i'm nervous. I hate this part-- the actual doing work part. Not very enjoyable. I'm going to be SOOO relieved when it's over! Sounds like an after-final celebration is coming up soon.