So Long, and Thanks for All the Fish

Today was my last day working at the airports on the weekend. The boyfriend will be here next Friday, and I'm taking an entire week off.

I spent the morning getting yelled at by Air Tran's passengers, because they only had four people working at the ticket counter and the line was at least an hour and a half long to get to the front. My advice - never, ever, ever fly Air Tran. There it is. I said it. Let's move on.

I also spent the morning looking for a passenger with Alzheimer's who got separated from his wife in the wrong terminal. That sucked. The wife managed to hold it together for a while, but by the time we got someone from the Sheriff's office, she had tears streaming down her face. I felt terrible. I walked through the entire terminal, shouting his name, then outside on the curb, then back through the building again. He was finally found in the correct terminal. My voice was scratchy for the rest of the afternoon.

The Kid is sleeping, it's beautiful outside, and I have an ENTIRE DAY OFF TOMORROW!!!

Off to do the Happy Dance...