Quite.
It all started on Sunday...4 members of our systems furniture team were going to fly to Moline, Illinois to do a furniture inventory at
Rock Island Arsenal.
We flew in (Indy to Chicago to Moline) on Sunday so we could start early on Monday morning to make the most of our time there. (By the way...Rupert (Survivor) sighting at the Indy airport...he flew to O'Hare on the flight before ours). We arrived in Moline at our hotel somewhere around 6:30pm. We were tired just from the travel, and also it gets night-time dark REALLY early there so it psychs you out, so we opted to just stay at the hotel and eat at the TGIFriday's attached to it. I don't know if it was something I ate or pure coincidence, but at 2am I woke up in a dead sweat and major stomach pain. Let's just say I had a stomach bug of some sort and it was not pretty. I thought for sure that I wouldn't be able to work in the morning. I asked the front desk if they had anything. "We have some sinus/allergy medicine or some Tylenol."...Did you not hear my question? Then she proceeded to tell me that there was a convenience store a mile away. We didn't have a rental car (don't ask). So I went back to the room...got a Sierra Mist from the 'Slice' button on the really old Pepsi machine and hoped that would help. My last resort was calling a cab to go to the store if it really kept up. Apparently everything 'left my system' cuz I was ok aside from stomach cramping the rest of the night. The next morning our ride took us to a Walgreens before going to the Arsenal. I chugged Pepto pretty much all day. Mmmm, Pepto straight from the bottle...yummy. gross
Oh, also...I guess Moline is where John Deere came from...there was a museum and the John Deere Pavilion was across the street. I don't know if it's because of this...more country folk in the area or what...but how cool is a hotel that includes biscuits and gravy in it's continental breakfast?!? (I risked it and had some-WAY GOOD!)

Anyway...the facility was gorgeous...at least where we were...and you could tell there was a lot of history there. We were very worried about being able to inventory about 500 stations on two huge floors in two days. When we arrived and started to tour the space with the furniture we needed to capture (with no floor plans by the way) they also took us to other spaces that were not mentioned before...a few places on the first floor plus a room full in the basement in parts & pieces. So there was more that we needed to do and we were already worried about the time. But they were the most organized office I've ever seen...and this is a government agency we're talking about. Typically a "cube farm" has a standard workstation with what we call 'typical' components that make it up. And also typically the people working in these cube farms move stuff around and steal things from other stations for their own use, making it more difficult on our end to say that something exists a certain way and that we have all the parts to reconfigure it, etc. Not here. It was VERY 'typical'...there was very little we had to note as far as changes on the floor plans that they miraculously found and provided for us (AND they were actually pretty much current!). It made it very easy for us.
We could have finished all of it in one day but we opted to call it a day around 3 and kill some time at the local mall. I purchased my first Christmas gift of the season but didn't find much else, even though I took 4 pairs of jeans into the dressing room. Grrr!
We ate at a mexican restaurant...I had shrimp fajitas and not a whole lot of chips/salsa to go as easy as possible on my stomach. It hurt, but that's all. We went back to the hotel and I knew I was staying there. It was only 7:30 or so. The others wanted to do something so they all walked over to a local pub (we were downtown) and had beer & played darts for quite a while. I got in my jammies and curled up on the Sleep Number bed because my stomach was still rebellious and read a little out of
American Band and watched
Tomb Raider.

The next morning we slept in a little and made our way to RIA. The only thing we had to do that day was the basement (torn down) inventory. But it was so well organized that it only took us an hour TOPS. We had only one incident where some panels were leaning against the wall and my partner was pulling them away to look at the bases for power when they shifted and started to fall, I tried to get there to help her but they had too much momentum already. They fell hitting us both in the process. I didn't know it until I spread blood all over my paper and pants but apparently an edge caught my knuckle just right and sheared off some skin into a nice 'flap'. It was dirty down (we saw mouse poo) so I went and washed it right away and got a band aid. Luckily I was able to use the still attached flap-o-skin to ebb the flow and help it heal. I can't feel this particular spot of skin when I touch it...but it works. Still hurts a little but...oh well...it's my 'battle scar' from the military arsenal!

We were done so early that we called our coordinator to see if we could get earlier flights. We weren't supposed to fly out until 4. She could only get us to Chicago sooner but not Indy sooner AND it was extra $. So it was turned down. Unbeknownst to us...this is where it all went wrong...we should have taken the deal.
We killed time at Target and Kohl's then ate lunch at Garfield's. Then went to the airport around 2:30. Standing in line at the ticket counter, we see the monitors showing departure times...our 4:06 departure was now 6:20. This was only the beginning. Our connecting flight out of Chicago was to depart at 6:15. Do the math...it's a problem.
But, it was possible that the flight out of Moline would get bumped up again
AND that the connecting flight would be delayed too so we still might make it. But just in case, they gave us a back up flight out of Chicago on a different airline. We get in the security line and in front of us is 'ultra-chic chick'. She's wearing skin tight leggings with furry boots with 3 inch (at least) heals and a holier than thou look on her face. She annoys me with her presence all the way through the line. We get to the little place where you get the trays to put your stuff in and she's taking her time at the spot nearest the end of the table. The people in front of her go through, so I go around her to get a tray and get out of the way to start putting my stuff in. Apparently I wronged her and commited some sort of sin...as if she can't just go around me when she's ready...she gave me the most shocked 'what the hell do you think you're doing' look...which I ignored. I continued to sort my stuff in the tray and take my shoes off. She's ready to go through so she grabs her tray and faces me. Fine. I grab my tray and
go around her so her highness can proceed in a straight line to the xray machine and metal detector. The guy traveling with us (who I handed a tray when I went in front of the princess to
try to make clear I was just trying to be efficient) said "did you see that look she gave you!?!?"...I just said "I can take her...she might break a nail". People like that are a total waste of space and resources on the planet. How much do you want to bet that she never used the public restrooms there? I can see her walk in, look around and think "where's the concierge and the white cotton towels?" and turn around. I bet she peed her pants waiting for her bags at her destination.
ANYWAY...we go sit near our gate. We did a little more math with our backup flight and figured out that we were never making that connection either. So
another backup was made.
I get a double Disaronno on the rocks at the bar.
We wait and wait and wait for a plane to arrive...any plane to arrive at the gate that might be ours. At about 6:15 a plane pulls up and deboards. No boarding call comes. Do you see where I might be going with this? Finally an announcement is made that the flight has been delayed for 3 hours.
There goes EVERY backup. The problem is fog in Chicago. So as we're sitting there trying to figure out plan B and C...another announcement. "This flight may be cancelled entirely...we'll know withing 30 mintues". I get in line. I already formed the thought...if I can get to South Bend myself, I'll have my parents pick me up from there and I'll just stay through the holiday. I was already driving up to Elkhart Wednesday evening anyway...I would just call Rob to have him bring up a few things for me. I didn't care what the other people did to get home if I could get to South Bend. Selfish? I don't know...do you spend 48 hours straight with your coworkers and not want to get away from them? In a strange city? Not feeling well? Never in your own bed? Yea. I didn't think it was selfish either.
I finally get up to the counter...no go. South Bend is having flights cancelled too. Now, I don't know if that's all true...we had this same ticket agent when checking in, she seemed...well, not the most knowledgable to say it nicely...I mean, she's the one that gave us the backup that would never have worked. So maybe it was just that she wasn't as good as others but I have no choice but to believe what she is saying as far as flights go. I asked about getting all 4 of us to Indy...when and how that might happen. Well, we could take the 10pm flight out of Moline (if that one really does take off) to Chicago but then we'd have to spend the night at O'Hare to catch some flight the next day...today...the busiest travelling day of the year. Yea. Ok, so no on tonight. What about tomorrow (today)? We can fly you out at 10:15am get you into Indy at 3:15pm. Um, no. We want to go home NOW. We're all over it at this point.
So a car is rented and we drive the 5 hours to Indy. Boring ass drive. What's funny is...we stopped at Taco Bell to get dinner about 45 minutes into the trip and this guy holding the door looked at us and said "weren't you guys at the airport?"...found out he was going to Indy too.
We get to the Hertz rental agency. Apparently they close at 1am. It was almost 3am. BUT there were still people around...just closing up and walking to their car. We could leave the car in employee parking and there was an obscure drop box. We got it all taken care of and I finally crawled in bed at 3:30am.
We were
allowed to be late to work today.
Here's the kicker...we would have gotten home at a decent time if:
a) we paid the extra $ and took that earlier flight...8pm
OR
b) rented a car when we were done with inventory to drive home...5pm
But, as I was in the ticket line trying to go to South Bend a gentleman had a great quote from a pilot he talked to...if you've ever had an even remotely scary flight...it puts it all in perspective and I will remember it always...
"I'd rather be on the ground wishing I was in the air, than in the air wishing I was on the ground"