I should have known that the flight was not going to be fun when I had to walk out onto the tarmac at Hartsfield just to get to the fucking plane, which oh by the way, sat 48. Fuck me. Get to the Gulfport airport and whatever dumbass made all of the reservations fucked up and I had to put the card on my amex card. I will get reimbursed of course, but I may have to wait three weeks for that.
The restaurant that I am working at the next four days is about 36 miles from here, so I will have a pretty good drive tommorow.
On the bright side, the Chili’s next door where I had supper has two for one drinks all day, every day.

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