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I am boycotting Continental Airlines.
Really, I would boycott ALL of the airlines if I could, but since I must travel for my job, I don't have that luxury.
Riddle me this, friends and neighbors: why do I have to check my duffle bag, even though I have gone to great lengths to carefully measure all of my grooming products into 3 oz. bottles, and packed them into the compliant 1 qt. zip-loc baggie, just because I am one of the last passengers to get on the damn plane? Especially when 2/3 of the people already onboard have carried on luggage that would NEVER fit into that little metal sample-size restriction thingy? No one makes them check their luggage. Why even have the carry-on baggage size restriction if you are only going to enforce it in a first-come, first-serve manner?
AND, why, when you have forced me to check my bag against my will, does it take you a freakin' hour to unload the plane and drive the luggage cart to the claim area? Is there a speed limit of "Slower than snail pace" posted on the airport grounds?
Why is Houston the only city in the free world where the traffic still makes me fear for my life? I can manuever through LA traffic on the 405 during rush hour, but stick me on the Sam Houston at 2am (which is when my luggage finally made it to the conveyor belt), and I'm a mess of quivering nerves.
Why can airline staff be as rude as they want and act as though the entire airport is under their dictatorship? Why is there no recourse for a bitch of a check-in agent who clearly hates her job and gets lippy whenever she damn well feels like it? I can't do that in my job. Maybe I should work at the airport.
Just complaining. I hate my job today. Maybe I will love it again after a good night's sleep and the season premiere of "Celebrity Rehab".
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