I arrived Salt Lake City around 10:40 PM, and found out that the connecint flight from SLC to San Diego was delayed, fortunately only by 20 minutes. So we left SLC around 11:45 PM.
I arrive in San Diego around 2AM and go to get my luggage, I’m waiting, waiting, waiting. Nothing. Finally this woman from Delta, says “That’s the last of the baggage, you’re going to have to go to claims.”
I tell them my luggage is missing and fill out the forms, the woman tells me not to worry they found my bags and that they “should” be in San Diego tomorrow around 11AM, and then it only takes them 3 to 4 hours to deliver it. Unless of course they use UPS which doesn’t offer weekend service. But if I don’t see my stuff after 4PM then calls back. Did I mention it’s around 2:20 AM my time? Fine.Whatever. That’s for the little bag with the toothbrush, comb and t-shirt made out of thin cardboard and sandpaper.
Then I go to get the phone to call for the rental car shuttle to take me to the rental car place. Phone was dead. Try the other phone and it rings and rings, guy next to me says, “Hope you don’t have Enterprise.” Turns out they rented him a car but they close at 11PM and it’s now 11:20 (local time). I start to panic. Thank the tentacled overlords, my place doesn’t close until Midnight, I have time. I finally get ahold of them and they send a shuttle over.
Of course they don’t have any standard vehicles, so they give me a PT cruiser.
I make it to the hotel in one piece and get “the new girl”, she just start and tonight is her first night alone, so this may take some time. She’s perky. It’s 3AM by now, I just want to curl up in a bed and die, or hiberate, or better yet enter a chrysalis stage.
So here I am working on 5 hours sleep, because my body thinks it’s almost 11AM and wondering if I anyone will notice that my clothes are the same ones from yesterday?
Hopefully Delta will deliver my stuff today. Please.