So I'm sitting in aMexican bar/restaurant in the Phoenix airport sipping a Dos Equis (if you can call consuming most of a 22-oz. beer within 2 minutes 'sipping') and I thought I'd throw a post up here since I have another hour to kill before my flight to Reno, which is scheduled to get in around 10:30 pm (Mountain Time), or approximately 22 hours after I left my house in the midst of a snowstorm this morning. Yes, it's been a bad day of travel. A really bad, demoralizing day of travel. But after Syracuse just lost its third straight game at Providence tonight, I'm not even in the mood to make sarcastic fun of my travel difficulties. I'm just depressed. And only this beer and the surprisingly tasty guacamole on the chicken quesadillas has kept me from trying to leave the airport and stay in Phoenix for the rest of my life so that I don't ever have to get on a plane again. But alas, I'm here. I'm blogging. And I'm a day removed from the news that my employer -- due to the economy and the godawful performance of the sales force at my office -- is cutting back on our hours (and salaries) for the next four to eight weeks (at least). So it was a little tough to take a travel day from hell, given that I'm traveling FOR WORK, in the last week that I'll be paid my full salary for the foreseeable future. Not good times. It took me two hours to drive to Philly on icy, snow-filled roads, 20 minutes to find parking, and then the flight that shockingly boarded at 10 am (on time) didn't actually lift off in the air until sometime after 1 pm (after mechanical and icing related difficulties). Meaning we sat there for 3 hours in the airplane BEFORE flying FIVE HOURS to Phoenix. And I missed my connection to Reno. Of course. Have I ever mentioned that I hate flying? Hate it, hate it, hate it. I've never been further west than Texas, so this was the most time I've ever spent on a plane - by double - and I'm not even in fucking Reno yet! And it's 10:30 at night. And I missed Lost. And I had to watch Syracuse lose on my fucking laptop (thank you ESPN360.com, though). And I just lost a large portion of my salary. Um... yeah, not good times.
But at around 4:45 (Eastern time), I looked out my window as we made our approach into Phoenix, and I saw the most beautiful mountains in the middle of a desert, a wonderful, vast scenery I've never actually seen before (since I've never been west of Texas). It's part of the world I've missed by being so hateful of travel. Of course, after this adventure, the only way I want to see Arizona again is in a fucking automobile.