So much to post and I forgot!

I need to let you all know that I forgot to post but really did. I was actully sitting around Monday wondering when I could post. Then I got busy on Tuesday and forgot. But i'm doing it now. It's going to be a long one for me.

First of all we had layoffs at work, last Thursday. That day sucked for a lot of people but I am still working. I took Friday off as a vacation day so I could help Alecia drive to North Carolina (more on that later), so by not being there the day after a layoff, a lot of people thought I got cut, so it was funny seeing them on Monday. Dad's plant had layoff, and a lot of people got cut but he made it through. If you've never been through or been laid off you have no idea how stressful it is. You are working where your friends used to work, kinda makes you feel hollow inside.

Now on to the trip down in North Carlina....

So on Friday last week I drove with Alecia and Noah (Matt and Alecia's dog) down to N.C. It took us about 14-16 hours we took our time. Anyway if you have ever driven for hours on end listening to either dead radio air/gospel or nothing you know know what it is to drive down south. When we got to the house that Alecia was renting hte electricy was on but the water got turned off and they didn't turn it on. Now when renting most places it customary to have the water on so you pee while moving in, just call and have it transfered the next day. Not a big deal, well only if it wasn't turned on. So another night in a hotel.

Food was Southern, kinda funny and not clean. We ate at a "Waffle House"

If you have a weak stomach stop reading till the plane ride part.

Any way it's a greasy little hole in the wall chain that is big down south, almost as big a cracker barrel. So they use less than sanitary conditions there. No gloves when touching your food, that is even after the touch the raw meat and then touch your hot waffle or omelet. Secondly, they wipe their hands on their apron which is dirty. So you have bare hands touching dirty apron, touching your food. The grill didn't look like it got cleaned all that much and they poured on the grease. Yuck. But we ate there anyway. We paid our bill eray which is a good call on Alecia, because when the change came back a man we saw earlier came to the counter and in a low breath said something. The manager, who while a woman had a little to much chin hair asked him to repeat it louder.
I'm not lying when he said "Food's bad."
She said "Why, what wrong"
He replied, "There is a hair in it."
She gave it to one of the workers and he looked at it and said he'll "put it in the back for later." We then left, my stomach doing twists and turns.


Plane Ride Home......

So the city that Alecia lives has a little airport kinda like Providence. I got on a little jet, this time I didn't have to get on the runway to get on it so it was a bonus. Only down side was that we didn't take off on time, just a half hour late till we were in the air. I flew into Charlotte which is a big airport. We landed as my plane was boarding, crap! So I ran over and got on the plane. Now thier was a screaming child that yelled most of the way. I'm not blaming her or her parents, I have no idea why she was there or the reason. I just hope it was a good one. I do hate the woman next to me that was complaining about it hte entire time. If you do nothing to solve the problem you better do nothing to make it worse. So crying baby flying from Charlotte to NY and bitchy person next to me, nice. We land I have two mintues before my plane takes off, CRAP! The plane with the baby was so full and people are so slow they opened up the back and I walked down to the runway to the terminal. I did not know it at the time but this would happen agian. So I run to Laguida airport, which if you look out the window while you land you think you will land on water. The runway is mere yards from the water, scary. Anyway I run to the other side of the airport, and by the grace of god I made it for the last leg home. I had to walk out on the runway to my plane. It was a little two prop. plane. Guess who had a seat next to that bad boy! you guessed it, ME! The stwerdess's english, not that good, so I was planing on dying if we had to evacuate. Going sideways while taking off or flying is scary agian, but at night, wow. So i'm flying in this aircraft of death, not eaten since a disgusting waffle house thinking "I hope we land so I can eat." And we do land and out the door I go on hte runway to the termainal to meet..... no one. Dad was running late and no one was picking up thier phones, think of all the laughs I had. But now just like every good story it has to end. I walked out of the airport with Dad after (my new saying) "Living the dream".

The End