"Nothing bad ever happens to the Kennedys!" -Clone High
God I wish that was true. However, with the unfortunate events of the last week, I'm beginning to think that maybe I am one of those Kennedys.
First off, I lost my debit card Wednesday. Which is a mild inconvenience, but is a little embarrassing when it happens while you are on a date. Not cool.
Then Southwest called me this morning to tell me my bag is officially lost and I have to go about the process of filling out a claim form and replacing everything I lost. Peachy.
About 20 minutes later, my dad calls and tells me that a runaway vehicle totaled my sister's car. Seriously. Some girl on our street forgot to put her car in park, it rolled down the street, and... full frontal collision with my sister's 1992 Toyota Camry. The radiator is smashed and the hood is crumpled. What are the chances of that, really?
Good lord. What a month. After today, I only have one week of classes left before finals. At this rate, my apartment is going to burn down next week and I will be hit by a bus sometime in the next few days.
Friday, November 30, 2007
Wednesday, November 28, 2007
Good news and bad news.
But mostly bad.
Southwest called today and said they will only look for my bag until Friday. So if they don't find it in the next two days, I am out all my cycling kit and most of my good clothes. Plus all my textbooks and notes, the week before finals.
On the plus side, it turns out the airline's liability limit is THREE THOUSAND DOLLARS. And if they really do lose my bag, I'm collecting every cent of that.
Southwest called today and said they will only look for my bag until Friday. So if they don't find it in the next two days, I am out all my cycling kit and most of my good clothes. Plus all my textbooks and notes, the week before finals.
On the plus side, it turns out the airline's liability limit is THREE THOUSAND DOLLARS. And if they really do lose my bag, I'm collecting every cent of that.
Monday, November 26, 2007
I have terrible luck.
Just awful.
I got on the plane back to Chicago yesterday after a great Thanksgiving break. It was a lot of fun, I saw a lot of people and even got in a chilly ride with Mike and Bryan. Got on the plane, lines weren't too long, I was towards the front of the Southwest line. . . things were looking good. Got a window seat, took a nice long nap on the plane. Good times.
Got off the plane at Midway, went to baggage claim, and waited. And waited. And waited. The bag never showed. Which is just fantastic.
So now I am missing a few pairs or jeans (all but one actually, this pair I am wearing now and will be wearing until I get my bag back), all my favorite shirts, and my peacoat. Plus a ton of cycling gear - including my shoes, which means I can't ride at all, inside or on the trainer. And every piece of warm gear I have. Plus my team kit. Phone charger is in there too, so I have to conserve battery for the next few days. And my copy of the third season of Veronica Mars, which means no ogling Kristen Bell.
But most importantly, I am missing all my textbooks. And my notebooks. And all the cases for my Con Law project. This wouldn't be such a big deal but for the fact that finals are coming up and I have a shit ton of stuff to do. A SHIT TON. If, god forbid, this bag does not show up in time and my grade suffers because I have none of my study materials, I am going to bitchslap Southwest with a lawsuit. I'm not sure how I will sue because I got a B rather than an A or I missed the Dean's List, but I will find a way. And then I will retire on the money. This seems like a perfect solution to me.
In all seriousness, though, I am going to hit someone at Southwest if I don't get that bag tomorrow. I'll get on the train, I'll ride it for an hour and a half down to Midway, I will walk up to the Southwest counter, and I will slap the living hell out of someone at the desk. And then I will go home.
I got on the plane back to Chicago yesterday after a great Thanksgiving break. It was a lot of fun, I saw a lot of people and even got in a chilly ride with Mike and Bryan. Got on the plane, lines weren't too long, I was towards the front of the Southwest line. . . things were looking good. Got a window seat, took a nice long nap on the plane. Good times.
Got off the plane at Midway, went to baggage claim, and waited. And waited. And waited. The bag never showed. Which is just fantastic.
So now I am missing a few pairs or jeans (all but one actually, this pair I am wearing now and will be wearing until I get my bag back), all my favorite shirts, and my peacoat. Plus a ton of cycling gear - including my shoes, which means I can't ride at all, inside or on the trainer. And every piece of warm gear I have. Plus my team kit. Phone charger is in there too, so I have to conserve battery for the next few days. And my copy of the third season of Veronica Mars, which means no ogling Kristen Bell.
But most importantly, I am missing all my textbooks. And my notebooks. And all the cases for my Con Law project. This wouldn't be such a big deal but for the fact that finals are coming up and I have a shit ton of stuff to do. A SHIT TON. If, god forbid, this bag does not show up in time and my grade suffers because I have none of my study materials, I am going to bitchslap Southwest with a lawsuit. I'm not sure how I will sue because I got a B rather than an A or I missed the Dean's List, but I will find a way. And then I will retire on the money. This seems like a perfect solution to me.
In all seriousness, though, I am going to hit someone at Southwest if I don't get that bag tomorrow. I'll get on the train, I'll ride it for an hour and a half down to Midway, I will walk up to the Southwest counter, and I will slap the living hell out of someone at the desk. And then I will go home.
Tuesday, November 6, 2007
Here's a conversation I never thought I would be having...
Me: "Hi, you own that dog I've been seeing around here, right?
My Upstairs neighbor: "Yeah."
Me: "Well, it shit on the landing in front of my door. I want it cleaned up within five minutes. Bye."
God I hate them.
I'm really busy nowadays. I don't like it. I'm out doing interviews all over the city every other day. I'm editing terribly-written copy all the time. And in spite of all that, I don't get to shoot much at all. It's disappointing, but I know it will be better in six weeks, when I'm done with all these classes and free for a month.
In other news, very little riding lately. I've been busy, it's been cold, and the winds average about 20 mph off the lake these days. I'm hoping to get out there a little more next week, but I don't know. We'll see.
My Upstairs neighbor: "Yeah."
Me: "Well, it shit on the landing in front of my door. I want it cleaned up within five minutes. Bye."
God I hate them.
I'm really busy nowadays. I don't like it. I'm out doing interviews all over the city every other day. I'm editing terribly-written copy all the time. And in spite of all that, I don't get to shoot much at all. It's disappointing, but I know it will be better in six weeks, when I'm done with all these classes and free for a month.
In other news, very little riding lately. I've been busy, it's been cold, and the winds average about 20 mph off the lake these days. I'm hoping to get out there a little more next week, but I don't know. We'll see.
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