Monday night I was supposed to fly into Atlanta so that I could attend a training course on Tuesday. When I got to the airport, I learned that my 7PM flight had been cancelled. (No I didn’t call first. Shut up.) They put me on the next flight out, which didn’t leave until around 8:30. However, that flight was delayed. When I asked the gate agent how long it was delayed, she said, “It might take off around 11. That’s what they’ve told me.”

I called our travel agency to see if I could get another flight out. (After arriving in Atlanta, I was supposed to take the MARTA to where I was staying. It’s about a 45 minute ride. So, I would have gotten to the hotel around 2-ish.) There was a Delta flight at 0600, so I booked that, went home, and went to bed.

(Actually, there was completely unrelated drama that I had to deal with while in the airport, and the delays and all made for a stressful situation.)

I woke up a 0330. Orion was not expecting the alarm to go off then and jumped about 10 feet off the bed. Was at the airport by 0430. Through security by 0440. No coffee at the airport until 0500. We lined up at Starbucks.

I was at our Atlanta office by 0830, in plenty of time for the training. Back at the Atlanta airport by 5:30 PM. I was supposed to take a 9:30 flight, but they put me on standby for the 7 PM flight. I was able to get on it, and was home by 10:30.

Long day.