Not really sure what the explanation point was for, I literally couldn't be more depressed about having to start up this blog again. Going back to my every day normal routine is absolutely going to kill me after going on a two week, responsibility free vaca. I legit had nightmares last night...but anyway, enough with my problems, I'm back and I'll deal with it. We'll be easing back into the blog these first couple of days, don't want to over do it or pull a muscle getting back into the swing of things.
How was my vacation? Well thanks for asking! It was fantastic, aside from my two return trips home, which I'm fairly certain were karmic paybacks for all of the people I poke fun at. I took two seperate trips on vacation and I shit you not I may have had the worst two return trips home of all time.
It started last Friday with what should have been a short 3 hour flight home with an hour layover...not so fast my friend. 12 hours later I rolled into my apartment and hit the hay...at 4 AM! The cabby from the airport had the audacity to ask me if my flight was planned for that time or if I hit delays. Yea buddy, I enjoy hanging out by luggage carousels at 4 fucking AM with the incompetent and inefficient overnight crew of Logan Airport. Are you freaking kidding me? 4 AM! Worst part is, it didn't even have to be that late...I hit my change over in Baltimore and the gate attendant told me the plane was here, they were just waiting for pilots to fly it. Again, are you freaking kidding me?!?! How did the plane get there, get those pilots back, I don't care if they're exhausted, tell them to take a quick nap when we hit our cruising altitude, just get me the hell home. Long story short, we took off at 2:05 AM, needless to say everyone on that plane was borderline ready to kill someone for the simplest perceived flight. There was a baby crying and I had to be restrained from pressing the flight attendant button to see if I could have the baby kicked off. That's how on edge everyone was at that point.
Fast forward a week to the end of vacation number two, this time on the Vineyard, and that miserable cock-tease Irene. First off, I'd like to say that the Steamship Authority that operates between the Cape and the Islands is without question the biggest steaming pile of beurocratic shit in the state of Massachusetts. Just incompetent tards running a public transportation authority. At one point while I was sitting on standby for 4 hours on Saturday I realized that anyone with a highschool GED and half a bit of common sense could run the whole operation. I mean it, just degenerates who would otherwise belong in a mail room sorting interoffice memo's running the show. It was an absolute joke.
Anyway, my ferry was originally scheduled for Sunday, which we knew most likely wasn't happening, only problem was the clueless employees of the Steamship Authority just wouldn't come out and say it. And forget about updating their website with information, sending out daily e-mails, or god forbid, answering their phones. Nope, I had to drive over to the goddamn central office every time I wanted information. I'd legit look at the lady with the most miserable face and ask if they were going to start updating their website, and she'd cheerily say yes...They didn't. I was back in that office 14 hours later for an update. Not that it was a good update, I went to the office twice, got two different answers, someone in our house actually got through on the phone, he got a 3rd response, and their website hadn't been updated since mid-week. That's right 4 different sources of information, and all I wanted to know is if my puddle jump of a ferry was going to be operating and if not when the fuck I could get off the island. Well, finally the simple folks of the authority assured me if my ferry was cancelled Sunday I'd be re-booked on Monday or I could go sit on standby for hours on end Saturday. Well considering the media was trumping up this storm like a Mark Whalberg/George Clooney type once a century storm I decided to the get the hell out of there. To me it made sense that they'd evacutate the island before the storm, but then again I have half a brain and am not operating a mass transportation group.
