Well... here I am
Aug. 10th, 2011 11:17 pmFinally in Chicago, where they tell me it's 1:30 a.m. but to me it's a mere 11:30 p.m. Still, I'm pretty tired. It was stressful trying to get everything done before Shuttle Express picked me up in the afternoon. I'm really worried about the new plants in the garden; I soaked them as much as i could but five days without water... my neighbor said she'd take care of them, and then told me she was going to Vegas when it was too late to find someone. Gee, thanks. It's supposed to stay dry there while I'm gone.
I'm used to frying alive here in the heat and humidity, but it was a lovely evening when I finally got to the bus station area -- I'd taken a massive wrong turn and ended up in the international terminal. You know why I hate O'Hare airport? Because O'Hare hates me. This fucking place always does something to me. Everything was closed and I was so, so hungry. Once I checked in I went down to the lobby and bought a very expensive power bar. I think the thing I hate so much about this utter sham of security theatre in this country (among the many things I despise) is that it forces you to buy food and beverages at the airport or related places, which are grotesquely overpriced and bad. I'm willing to pay more for a Starbucks, but they've taken that away from the D terminal at Sea-Tac, the rat bastards.
Anyway. I got my reservation months ago, and I always book early because I'm obsessive about having an aisle seat. I'm nearly six feet, I have a bad back injury, and my ankle ligaments are a mess. An aisle seat is imperative for me. I was watching these people come in, and it looked like they were going to sit in my row, a youngish guy and what I thought must be his son. He put the suitcase in wheels back, instead of wheels front as they had just been asking people to make sure to do, and then when he felt that didn't fit to his satisfaction, he turned it sideways. That's always a sign of a moron traveler; we had a full flight and they'd been asking people to volunteer to gate check their bags. So he confabs with an older woman, and they eventually take their seats and then older woman asks me, with some kind of accent but in excellent English, if I would take her seat so she could sit with her family. I asked her where she was sitting and it was the middle seat across the aisle.
I said as nicely as I could, "I'd really rather not give up my aisle seat." And she looks down on me and says in this fakey motherly sweet voice, "OK, have a nice trip with my sons." I didn't know whether to laugh or say "bite me." The two men seemed to be in great consternation about this. What a bitch I must be! How can they fly for four hours seated next to such a selfish and rude cow! She continued to talk on the phone for the entire boarding period, and at one point, she corralled a flight attendant to explain how it was that she could have been separated from her precioso sons. The attendant was like "..." I thought to myself, maybe when you made your reservations you should have looked at your damn seat assignments. Or made them earlier.
Anyway. Just as we were leaving the gate, the attendant came to me and I was filled with dread that she was going to pressure me to give up my seat. But she asked if I'd be OK with taking the aisle seat in one of the exit rows. I was like Hell yeah! I never get to sit in the exit rows, and I love it. Leg room.The last time I got to was when my friend who's like an MVP gold member flyer made my reservation with his miles so I could got to chemo with my sister. And I was so freaking sick the whole way I couldn't even really enjoy it, although I think it saved my life.
And after moving, they kept asking me if I wanted free wine or something for being willing to switch seats. I kept thinking, "Obviously you don't know what a selfish cow I really am because I wasn't willing to switch before." I've swapped seats before with people plenty of times, but it's always been a straight swap; I felt bad for the lady but I feel worse for myself, knowing how much pain flying causes me physically. So yeah, now you know the truth about me, I'm a vicious misanthrope who separates old ladies from her beautiful boys. Feh.
Then I was all miss high maintenance checking in to the hotel. They gave me the only single room they still had, on the 9th freaking floor, right by the elevators and I was so unhappy. I was hoping to be able to get to the con activities with more ease using the stairs (it's on the second floor), but the room isn't bad, so I guess I'll keep it. Or swap, I'll see tomorrow. But after making the poor sweet night desk guy miserable, I went down for the aforementioned Odwalla bar, and we had a nice conversation about the convention, and rooming in hotels (he has trouble sleeping in them, too), and that sort of thing.
So I guess the moral of this day has been that even though on the surface I'm a heartless, cold, selfish witch, I can be nice if I'm properly appeased? I don't know. Time for bed, and then seeing my fellow congoers, and tomorrow night OMG I'm going to meet
devilpiglet OMG. I am so excited.
I'm used to frying alive here in the heat and humidity, but it was a lovely evening when I finally got to the bus station area -- I'd taken a massive wrong turn and ended up in the international terminal. You know why I hate O'Hare airport? Because O'Hare hates me. This fucking place always does something to me. Everything was closed and I was so, so hungry. Once I checked in I went down to the lobby and bought a very expensive power bar. I think the thing I hate so much about this utter sham of security theatre in this country (among the many things I despise) is that it forces you to buy food and beverages at the airport or related places, which are grotesquely overpriced and bad. I'm willing to pay more for a Starbucks, but they've taken that away from the D terminal at Sea-Tac, the rat bastards.
Anyway. I got my reservation months ago, and I always book early because I'm obsessive about having an aisle seat. I'm nearly six feet, I have a bad back injury, and my ankle ligaments are a mess. An aisle seat is imperative for me. I was watching these people come in, and it looked like they were going to sit in my row, a youngish guy and what I thought must be his son. He put the suitcase in wheels back, instead of wheels front as they had just been asking people to make sure to do, and then when he felt that didn't fit to his satisfaction, he turned it sideways. That's always a sign of a moron traveler; we had a full flight and they'd been asking people to volunteer to gate check their bags. So he confabs with an older woman, and they eventually take their seats and then older woman asks me, with some kind of accent but in excellent English, if I would take her seat so she could sit with her family. I asked her where she was sitting and it was the middle seat across the aisle.
I said as nicely as I could, "I'd really rather not give up my aisle seat." And she looks down on me and says in this fakey motherly sweet voice, "OK, have a nice trip with my sons." I didn't know whether to laugh or say "bite me." The two men seemed to be in great consternation about this. What a bitch I must be! How can they fly for four hours seated next to such a selfish and rude cow! She continued to talk on the phone for the entire boarding period, and at one point, she corralled a flight attendant to explain how it was that she could have been separated from her precioso sons. The attendant was like "..." I thought to myself, maybe when you made your reservations you should have looked at your damn seat assignments. Or made them earlier.
Anyway. Just as we were leaving the gate, the attendant came to me and I was filled with dread that she was going to pressure me to give up my seat. But she asked if I'd be OK with taking the aisle seat in one of the exit rows. I was like Hell yeah! I never get to sit in the exit rows, and I love it. Leg room.The last time I got to was when my friend who's like an MVP gold member flyer made my reservation with his miles so I could got to chemo with my sister. And I was so freaking sick the whole way I couldn't even really enjoy it, although I think it saved my life.
And after moving, they kept asking me if I wanted free wine or something for being willing to switch seats. I kept thinking, "Obviously you don't know what a selfish cow I really am because I wasn't willing to switch before." I've swapped seats before with people plenty of times, but it's always been a straight swap; I felt bad for the lady but I feel worse for myself, knowing how much pain flying causes me physically. So yeah, now you know the truth about me, I'm a vicious misanthrope who separates old ladies from her beautiful boys. Feh.
Then I was all miss high maintenance checking in to the hotel. They gave me the only single room they still had, on the 9th freaking floor, right by the elevators and I was so unhappy. I was hoping to be able to get to the con activities with more ease using the stairs (it's on the second floor), but the room isn't bad, so I guess I'll keep it. Or swap, I'll see tomorrow. But after making the poor sweet night desk guy miserable, I went down for the aforementioned Odwalla bar, and we had a nice conversation about the convention, and rooming in hotels (he has trouble sleeping in them, too), and that sort of thing.
So I guess the moral of this day has been that even though on the surface I'm a heartless, cold, selfish witch, I can be nice if I'm properly appeased? I don't know. Time for bed, and then seeing my fellow congoers, and tomorrow night OMG I'm going to meet
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Date: 2011-08-11 12:19 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-08-11 03:58 pm (UTC)I hate people who book seats on the assumption that others will switch with them. That's a kind of arrogance that just leaves a bad taste in my mouth.
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Date: 2011-08-11 10:36 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-08-11 06:57 am (UTC)I kind of like heartless, cold, selfish witch, though.
{{{{travel survival hugs}}}} Here, have a smiling Raylan to make it better.
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Date: 2011-08-11 07:21 am (UTC)Sometimes you just have to insist or people walk all over you. I never unpack on holiday until I've had a good look at the room, because sometimes, they take one look at us and put us in the crappiest room, just because we don't dress in expensive clothes.
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Date: 2011-08-11 11:30 am (UTC)She just whined at you to get what she didn't prepare for.
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Date: 2011-08-11 11:46 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-08-11 01:50 pm (UTC)That was a nice solution by the stewardess, though you were completely in the right. Ugh, four hours next to those people would have been such a bore. Sounds like the mom was relying on guilt to secure her a seat that was unavailable when they booked. Hah.
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Date: 2011-08-11 03:34 pm (UTC)I like" vicious misanthrope," myself. I might put it on a business card.
Have a great con!
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Date: 2011-08-11 06:37 pm (UTC)I always book an aisle seat - not because of serious physical issues like you - in my case it's just so I can use the restroom as often as necessary, and I only switch for another aisle seat (if I wanted a window seat, that would be what I would book). This is non-debatable, even if a lovey-dovey couple begs for my seat: why should I switch from an aisle seat to a middle seat? It's crazy! It just doesn't compute... the only reason to want a middle seat is precisely so one can seat next to family or friends.
No one else wants middle seats: why should you be expected to give up your seat for an even more uncomfortable seat? If people want to sit together, it's up to them to arrange it by booking seats right next to each other.
By the way, I love my family, but I can totally survive without them right next to me on a flight and I suspect the sons were silently thanking you and God for allowing them to be a few meters away from this over-possessive parent. Even if they were later out-maneuvered by a too helpful crew member.
Also, regarding the over-priced power bar? I have been taking international flights most of my life (nearing fifty, here) and I can tell you for a fact that this is 75% of the reason for the supposed airport security measures, certainly the ones about the water. Security has actually decreased since what I saw as a kid: this is a conversation too long to get into here, but this is my extensive experience of this matter speaking and all the professionals agree with me. Unfortunately, elected officials don't know the first thing about air travel and common sense and bumble around wasting money, messing things up and setting up irresponsible and unworkable schemes, but isn't that always the case?
Just in case it may help in future, I always put in my carry-on a mid-sized to small disposable water bottle and 2-4 power bars depending on the length of the flight (5 to 12 hours depending on where I am going). I drink the water before the security check so the bottle is empty when my carry-on goes through the X-rays and after passing security, I fill the bottle at the nearest water fountain, usually next to the restroom which it is always a good idea to visit before getting onto the airplane itself. This way I can try to sleep instead of being woken up by the in-flight meal which is often unappetizing and not worth the sodium and fat content, in a context when I am seated very uncomfortably and cannot stand up at will.
Hope you enjoy the con!
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Date: 2011-08-11 10:39 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2011-08-12 12:52 am (UTC)Hope you have a great weekend!
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Date: 2011-08-12 01:15 am (UTC)Have a wonderful con. Wish I could be there to give you a hug.
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Date: 2011-08-12 04:16 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-08-13 02:11 am (UTC)In other words, don't feel guilty, take the perks with no qualms, let people kiss your butt when you're accommodating to them, and always, always insist on whatever you originally requested, planned for and were promised. You deserve nothing less than to be comfortable in this life.
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Date: 2011-08-13 02:17 am (UTC)