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Tuesday, December 2, 2008

Home @ LAST!


LAST is the operative word... Hi everyone, hav I got a story for you...


I never believed my life to be cursed or bewitched of even interesting enough for anyone to REALLY care enough to make it completly MISERABLE...


The last post I put up went on abput how I was still in the G-town while all my mates enjoyed home and stuff... Anyway, on the 28th of Nov I *FINALLY* got my chance to go home too, so I got on the bus and left for PE (that's where our airport is - NOT IN GRAHAMSTOWN as you might have expected)...


I went to check my stuff in when we arrived, thinking I was good for time. THE JOKE WAS ON ME!! Not only was I missing a credit card authorisation on my booking, my luggage was 32 kg's OVERWEIGHT!! I'd have to pay R900 charges...


For crying in a bucket! I am a student! It is the end of the year! I already was hysterical because I'd missed my flight, I DID NOT NEED THIS! But such is my life, never a dull moment...


I *calmly* set out to find both accomodation for the night and funds to pay my charges (yeah right, if bawlling your eyes out on the phone to your mom, who's 1500km's away to try and help you is calm, then yes, I was *calm*)... Laugh if you will, I had to laugh to avoid extreme hysteria and bombing the airport...


Come the morning of the 29th, I wake up bright and early and head for the airport for a second try. If you are a sympathetic person who lives in the ideal world, you may have assumed that this day was better than the previous... You'd be sorely mistaken! The 29th was as bad if not WORSE!! I arrived at the airport BEFORE 7am...thinking this would give me enough time if anything were to go wrong... Let me pause here to fill you in on a little secret...


Murphy (the guy who has a LAW named after him) HATES MY GUTS!!! Plain and simple.


I got to the airport, did the whole process of checking in again - only to find the same problem as the previous day, exept, I WAS PREPARED!! My preparation did not aid my frustration because I ended up in the Team Leader's office, on the phone, waiting for an operator to assist me for TWO HOURS! Okay, it wasn't that bad... But when you are holding for help and the background music sounds like a waiting room sound-track, you tend to flip out!


I finally got help, got authorisation and proceeded to MISS MY FLIGHT... At this point in the story you should be doing one of two things (or both). You should either be rolling on the ground, laughing your head off, or you should be bawlling your eyes out in empathy... I did neither. I remained perfectly still, stopped breathing til my brain decided suffocation was not a dignified way to die and forced me to breathe.


The events that followed those few minutes are: team leader puts me on the next flight in business class, I get to Joburg and sprint to catch the Lowveld Link (my connection home) and ride smoothly into the blazing heat of the Transvaal...


I love my life and woudn't change a single event or element...


I hope my woes have sufficiently entertained you, have a blessed festive season and please be safe on our roads!


All my love

Une

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