Abigail M. Schilling

My trip was wonderful and we'll be writing about it all week at The Collective. That's good, too, because right now I just feel like complaining. This happens to me a lot after trips. For several different reasons: trip high, stuff I didn't do because I was gearing up for a trip and now I have to do, and loss of money.

But I have more concrete reasons too. Reasons like this:

I don't have my luggage. I couldn't find it at the carousel so I went and asked. They did some research and told me they didn't have, and needed to wait and see where it turned. Probably New York, I was told, and then it would come back here and then they would call me and I would tell them where to bring it. That's not a big deal. I'm home so I've got all my stuff here, and it meant I didn't have to keep my promise to myself that I would unpack as soon as I got home. And they gave me a $30 voucher for my troubles. I was breezy.

They called me an hour and a half after I got home. My luggage was there. According to them, it was there all night and I hadn't seen it. Because of that, they won't deliver it: I have to go back to the airport to get it. This frustrates me because I was under the impression that the computer told them it hadn't arrived. If there was a chance it did, I would have scoured the entire airport and asked every crew member I saw before leaving without it.That makes me feel deflated.

Still, driving back to the airport wouldn't be that awful except I don't have the time. See I need to leave work early today to drive to a far away hospital where my mom is having a routine but anesthetized procedure and she can't drive or feed the dog after. According to Google Maps, it will take me 1 hour, 3 minutes to get there... or 2 hours, 40 minutes in traffic. I'm supposed to arrive there at 5:30 pm. Dwell on that.

Work is going to kick my ass today too. There's a huge project brewing, plus I took two days off last week. In my dream last night my boss gave me a new Blackberry Storm as a surprise. Since that won't actually happen (ever, seriously, have you heard? Recession!) that just makes work all the more depressing. Wah waaaah.