OMG! I had a damn flight to LA today. Of course they wouldn't cancel it even tho' the snow & sleet was blowing down like sharp hypodermic needles.
So off I go in full make-up/fa drag regalia driving 20-30mph cautiously thru the storm & wind. Took forever, but angels saved me a few time when I started to slide off the road, thank you God, Goddess, Universe.
Trudged thru the employee parking lot nasty snow slop to the stupid bus shelter, patiently waiting for the damn "A" bus.
Got to the terminal finally, drug to operations to sign in... & what do ya think? CANCELLED!
My flight (hell every flight) was finally cancelled. Of course I had to sit around a few hours before crew schedule finally released me. dang.
So off I went, schlepping my crap back to the bus & car, & slowly proceeded on my way thru the fucking winter wonderland that we call weather (DURING FUCKING RUSH HOUR!) home to my Poochie's arms.
The good news, I have sat off now. The bad news, I had to pick up another trip on sunday to make up the time. Gotta stay grateful for a job.