I have been known to exaggerate a time or two... or frequently. (But I always tell when I do!!) Sorry for all that guys, but this story is 100% true.
Last night I had a moment brought to me by night shifts and sleep deprivation. I have my plans all set and ready to go for my cousin's wedding trip back to SD tomorrow. The outfit, how to get to and from the airport, who will take care of Molly in my absence... When all of a sudden I couldn't for the life of me remember if I had bought my plane tickets. Literally forgot... couldn't remember anything!! So, I sat there and racked my brain about what to do for the next 5 minutes while having a mini panic attack. Yup, took my brain that long to come up with a plan of what to do next. As soon as I figured out that I should probably look through my email for an itinerary I began to flip through my folders. Inbox: nope. Travel folder: nada. Important folder: nothing. Spam folder: no luck.
Ok, seriously panicking now.
On to the Delta website to try and find it there. Delta.com mobile won't let me access that information. Darn! Try the work computer... "can't find your trip" message pops up. Uh-oh... I am seriously screwed. Look up new flight information: $2300!!!!!! Start to plan what I will say to all of my family and my cousin who is getting married to let them know that while I have been making dinner plans and getting everyone excited, I have negleted to even purchase my ticket. Can't come up with anything that doesn't make me sound like a complete idiot. Ponder how this could have happened. It must have gotten missed because the Delta mobile website doesn't let me purchase a ticket for some weird reason. I suddenly remember having this problem and saying, "I'll have to book it when I get home." Did I do it? DID I??? Nothing... no memory. Another wave of anxiety rushes over me.
Ok, I am forgetful sometimes but jeez, this is a big one.
Decide it is probably best to check my bank statement to see if there was even one purchased. Get all the way through the security of the website and start to look before I realize I wouldn't have written a check for this, I would have put it on my credit card. Duh! Log off bank website, log onto credit card website. Scroll down... scroll down...
BAM!! There it is... "Delta.com PDX to RAP. August 30."
(Party in my head) Now just to find my stinking itinerary!! Search the Delta website yet again to no avail. Can't figure out why this is so difficult. Find a customer service number. Dial 3 times before I get it right. Realize this is the wrong number to call and hang up. Find a new customer service number. Dial.
Ring ring. Ring ring. "Thank you for calling Delta. How can I help you?"
Oh, sweet Jesus... thank you!! A person to help me!!! Took me about 3 minutes to convey my message that should have just simply said, " I am having trouble finding my itinerary online. Could you email me another copy?" When the poor lady figured out what I was muttering about, she kindly obliged and I was on my merry way.
Wow. This is not your brain on drugs... this is your brain on night shifts.
