Why I don't like travelling

Work wanted me to go to Columbus, Ohio, for an "offsite".

That's bad enough...

I had an outgoing flight Mon 2nd 16:50, arr 18:45.

Sunday morning I woke up to find my travel app was telling me that all flights on Monday between EWR and CMH had been cancelled. We were expecting megastorm.

So I reschudule the outgoing flight for 9am Tuesday. Adjust hotel rooms.

Early Monday morning boss tells me there was a 5:20pm from LGA on Monday, so I manage to get a seat on that and adjust the hotel back, then traipse out (in the snow and ice) to get to LGA. (Corporate travel agency smart; kept my Tuesday flight just in case). At 7:30pm we are finally told the flight is cancelled. So I traipse back home, call the agency and tell them to get money refunded.

Tuesday... 9am flight delayed for 2.5hrs because crew member was sick and no replacement available; needed to wait for arrival from Columbus. Eventually we board... and then are held up for 10 minutes 'cos the gateway thing hydraulics had broken and it couldn't be moved away from the plane.

Eventually get to Ohio. (Yay?).

The hotel said I didn't have a room; 'cos I didn't show on Monday night they cancelled the whole booking.

Today return flight was at 5:39... at the gate we were told they'd overbooked by 1 seat and until one person was willing to be bounced (and given $250 for the pleasure) none of us could board. We eventually board at 5:55. After pulling back from the gate we were _then_ told we had a 30 minute hold 'cos of no ATC slots.

Eventually I got home...

Because I left during snow and more snow fell while I was away I now have a long driveway that's about 6" deep ice.

And this is why I don't like travelling.