Flying pisses me off. Don't get me wrong, if I had the super power of unassisted flight I'd be rapt, but relying on airlines to get it right is an entirely different matter. That's why I prefer to drive the 800 mile round trip to work each week.
On Tuesday I had to fly first to Canberra in the morning, then Sydney in the evening. My morning flight was scheduled to take off at 0720, so I got up at 0500, had a cab pick me up at 0600, and was standing at the counter at 0630, only to be told that fcuking QANTAS had over-subscribed my flight, and so they'd have to put me on the 0900 flight. Fcuking great....
To be fair, they did bump me up to business class and sent me off to the QANTAS club for a lovely breakfast, and the in flight entertainment beat the schidt out of staring at the back of the seat in front as you do in "Cattle Class", but I had to remind myself that I'd gotten out of bed in the middle of the night, just so I could be Fcuked over by the flying Kangaroo. Fcuk you Allan Joyce, you little Irish priick....
The trip to Sydney would have been crap if it wasn't for the fact that the "Dash 8" was only half full, so I had two seats (which of course are half the size of a proper seat anyway) to myself, so apart from being scolded by a hostie for changing seats without her say so , (who the fcuk did she think she is anyway, all air hostesses are just one step away from prostitutes, everyone knows that) and enough turbulence when we flew into Sydney to make one woman scream, it was a pleasant enough flight.
Ok, so tomorrow arvo I've got to fly directly back to Melbourne, And I'm betting it's gonna be another dick-around. Fcuk I hate flying, and I've got 6 more fcuking flights to go before Christmas......