No Matter How Bad Things Get, They Always Work Out

Even though they don’t work out how you want them to.

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Traveling is fun, yes? I love everything about traveling. The trip to the airport, the airport, the agents, flying, the sights. I love it all. It takes me away (pardon the pun) from responsibility and work, and besides, I love to talk to other people and people watch.

Except when this happens…

So if you’ve been following my stories, you know mom died this week and my family lives in Canada, I live in Guatemala. I had to think twice about going back to Canada. It’s 40 fucking below there right now.

This does not interest me at all.

Also, my mom died, to me, many years ago. I already said my goodbye to her last time I was in Canada. Regardless, my sisters wanted me home, so I made the decision to return to Sudbury…

in the dead of winter.

Good times indeed.

Anyway, so off I go on this long and somewhat sad trip. I’ll admit, part of me is actually kinda excited about going back to Canada to see my friends and family. It’s been a long time since I’ve seen any of them and I do kinda miss them.

3 hour trip from my town to Guatemala city. All good. Spend the night at a hotel, get up at 4:00 am and head to the airport. Let’s get this day started!

Check in, take off, land in Houston. On to the next plane from Houston to Toronto. Land, wait over an hour for our bags, get mine and transfer it on to the connecting flight carousel and head off to Terminal 1 to catch my next and last flight of the day to Sudbury.

And then this….

Due to weather, all flights are cancelled. It’s 5:30 pm. Okie. I desperately try to find a kiosk or agent who can help me with this. When is the next flight? How long will we be waiting, where can I find a hotel, how much are they, and how do I get there?

Who what where when why and what the fuck?

For over an hour, I’ve been walking up and down stairs, up and down escalators, from one booth to another and from one help phone to the next, I finally get another flight booked for the next day but it wasn’t easy and it didn’t come without me spewing venom at the agent on the phone.

I’m tired, I’m cold, I’m hungry and I’m starting to get cranky. Not a good combination for iva.

Me: Hi my flight just got cancelled and I need to book another one for tomorrow please.

Him: I’m sorry to hear this ma’am, one second while I check…oh I’m sorry we have nothing tomorrow, all the flights are booked.

In walks Satan: Listen, I don’t really give a shit what you have to do. I’m tired, cranky and I really need to get to Sudbury tomorrow. Find me a flight for tomorrow. Please.

Him: Ma’am, I’m sorry but I’m telling you there is nothing tomorr…..

Satan: I don’t think you heard me and maybe you don’t quite understand. You need to get me on a plane tomorrow to Sudbury.

Him. Please ma’am I’m trying to tell you, there’s nothing tomorrow. I can’t send a personal plane for you. I can only do what I can do.

Satan: Sir. Find me a seat. For Tomorrow. Right now. Please. I’m not hanging up until you do. Do you understand?

Him: One moment please while I put you on hold.

Him: Ok ma’am I found you a seat on a flight tomorrow (imagine that) at 6:40 pm.

Satan is replaced by Iva…

Me: Thank you for all your help. Have a nice nite. Sorry I yelled.

Once Iva calmed down, he offered another suggestion and we chatted a wee bit longer.

Now to find a room for the night.

I found the hotel phone line and started frantically looking for a room, not paid for by Air Canada (don’t get me started). The girl on the phone assured me the shuttle would be there to pick me up in approximately 45 minutes.

An hour and a half later i.was.fucking.done. Back on the phone. It’s now almost 8:45 pm. I have been up since 4 am and traveling since yesterday at 4 pm. Yup. Done.

Hi, it’s Iva is my shuttle gonna be here soon? I’m still waiting.

I’m so sorry ma’am, one moment please. Yes he’s on his way now, sorry for the inconvenie…..

Slam.

Yup. I slammed the phone down. Done!

All I could think about on my way to the hotel was “mmmm nice hot bath”. Get to the room, flip on the bathroom light switch aaaaaaaaand….

Negative. No bathtub in the room. I laughed I cried and laughed some more.

At the end of the day, after all the stress, chaos and frustration I reminded myself of something I’ve always known.

Things always work out in the end. It may not be exactly how you want them to be, but they work out.

I had a nice comfy room, I was safe, warm and still alive. That’s all that mattered at the end of the day. I survived the day, the last two days of travelling, and all is well.

So next time you’re in a less than desirable situation, remember it’s all temporary, and things will work out exactly the way they are supposed to.

And if you shoot the messenger, don’t forget to apologize.

Peace and Love

xo iva xo

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