Connecticut: The Utah Airport Sucks

I woke up early to get to the office. I am in Connecticut now sitting here at this empty desk on a business trip doing nothing. Yes I know that sounds pointless it is. Seriously it is. I tried to get out of this trip, I really did, so instead I drank a lot every night and watched bad cable television in my suite all week while I charged lavish dinners on my company card. I guess life could be worse. Anyways I woke up early today to get to the office early because I am leaving early. I have a 3:00 flight to Palm Springs for Ms. Bulldog’s bachelorette party. Now you may ask WHY I am going to work early then, it is because last night I was finally given a project. Normally I would be thrilled to help but this time I am not. They need this particular project done Monday, they asked me to work all weekend. I said no. But I am going in early today so I can get as much as possible done so whatever poor sap gets stuck with it this weekend will have less to do. See aren’t I nice :)

I got the secretary to get me a driver, the driver arrived on time to take me to the airport, I got through the lines reasonably quickly and got to my gate in plenty of time to grab a snack before I jumped on the plane. I am so pissed that I hurried because once we were all loaded onto the plane we pulled away from the ramp and proceeded to sit on the tarmac for THREE FRINKIN HOURS! The only reason that this is an issue is because I am potentially going to miss my connecting flight in Utah which means that I will get bumped to a later flight and I would not be making it to Palm Springs until very late. Damn stupid electrical malfunctions. Getting to Utah I had two minutes to try and make my flight. The flight attendant did manage to relocate my seat right by the door and as soon as that door opened I was running to my connecting flight. I dodged small children and leapt over bags of luggage and basically made an ass of myself. I arrived at the gate sweaty and dishevelled and five minutes too late. I was informed that the plane had already pulled away and that I should talk to customer service.

Resigned to my crappy airport problem I headed to customer service where I learned that even though it was only 8:55pm that the airport closes at 9 and that I would need to get a flight from Utah to Palm Springs in the morning. This is why I love LALA Land, it is not like you would ever hear that the airport closes at 9, hell you can get pizza and sushi in the middle of the night there. I was escorted to my crappy hotel, it had a country theme, the furniture was made of antlers and there was a big stuffed bear in my bedroom. I called for room service only to find that room service stopped forty five minutes ago, yup at 9:00pm. The only food I could order was pizza. Not exactly following my diet but that was all there was. I took a shower in my duck motif bathroom and went to sleep on my musty bed thinking about how much fun all my friends were having in Palm Springs while I was stuck in this hellhole.