I’ve had one of those weeks where I want to climb into a bath, light some scented candles, cry in an overly dramatic fashion and then complain about it on my blog, like so.
Yesterday morning, my coworker greeted me and said, “We might have a snow day tomorrow!”
Laser beams flashed from my eyes. “WHAT DID YOU SAY?”
The poor girl single-handedly crushed my dreams without even knowing it.
Yeah, massive storm moving in, according to Environment Canada, The Weather Network, and Yahoo. 10-15 cm threatening my weekend getaway with my best friend. I spent the morning in a frenzy between completing a major document for the CEO of my company, and trying to figure out if I could get an evening flight.
I didn’t. 9 pm, Westjet cancelled my flight scheduled for 7 a.m this morning…10 hours in advance.
So imagine my surprise when I wake up this morning to find rain. Lots of rain. Not a snowflake in the freaking sky. My roommate went to the airport at 5 a.m and is now on his way to Venezuela.
Dick move, Westjet.
I did manage to reschedule my flight for 13:45, but I’m losing precious hours from a two-day trip.
So, in an effort to fend off the bitterness creeping into my morning, I decided to post this picture. A picture that perfectly sums up my life, another example of why you should probably know me. Because I really need a laugh right now.
My friends came rushing out of the bathroom to find me crouched on the floor. Since we’ll all enjoy making fun of one another for years to come, they took pictures, of course.
This might have been my favourite night in Maya Riviera. A few of us got locked out of our room, and waited for over an hour for service. We grabbed some Dos Equis, hooked up an iPod, and danced a jig to Donkey Ridin’. Because who else is going to bring a little bit of Newfie culture to the south?
I’m out of here in three hours, my best friend just messaged me and said she’s so excited, she feels like she’s “on crack.” Look out Halifax!