So, here I am.
The last couple of days have been quite… Intriguing.
First came the 12 hour commute. Initially, I had the 12th to the 24th booked off of work, but due to some fragile circumstance, I was called in to work right before my departure. Lucky me. So after work, I headed directly to the airport to catch my flight.
Almost missed it, I swear.
I flew into Washington as my first stop. From there, I had to go to another airport across the city to catch my flight to Dublin.
I had booked a shuttle about a week ahead of time through some company online.
With my bad luck in effect, it didn’t show. I complained and made call after call after call, and I got nothing.
Last minute, an hour and a half before my flight, I had to catch a cab.
Thank god I didn’t have to go through customs again to get onto the plane.
I printed off my boarding pass and hopped on right before they closed the gate.
I was stuck in between an old man who snored all through the night, and a young teen who was overly obsessed with his girlfriend. 7 hours of that, and I was about to go insane.
Finally, the plane landed, and I missed an entire night of sleep.
Off to the hostel.
I arrive, I find my room without a problem, and it was empty when I showed.
I went downstairs to meet some people, grabbed some drinks at the pub, and laughed all night.
I arrived back up at my room to find a couple of non-english speakers having sex in the bottom bunk. I rushed out as quickly as I could, and ran to the washroom… The men’s washroom.
I need my bad luck to change, fast.
Currently, I’m sitting in the lobby waiting to find people that actually speak English. No luck so far.