San Antonio is a stupidface Part Uno

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Can I go home now?

I have been in good ‘ole Texas since 11:00amCST Sunday, March 8th. And at 11:01 CST Sunday, March 8th, I wanted to go home.

The flight from Atlanta to TX was cramped and smelly (like someone shit their pants and sat on the plane the whole time smelly). The guy in front of me smooshed my knees with his seat by leaning it back all the way… and I squished the fat lady behind me by leaning my seat back all the way so I could sleep as uncomfortable as possible with my head back and mouth open wide enough for people walking by me to drop a plethora of disgusting things into it… they didn’t. *sigh*

I didn’t feel bad though cuz her husband was gawking at me and Boss Lady the entire time.

After waiting 30 minutes for our baggage to be loaded onto the baggage loading thingies, we had to find the rental car…. only… we couldn’t remember which company we rented a car from. Ugh. So for those of you who haven’t been to San Antonio.. let me set the scene…

SCENE: It’s 80 degrees outside and humid. And inside the baggage terminal it smells like B.O. and fajitas (read: fuh-jyy-tuhs). And located on a long wall directly behind the baggage loading thingies is a wall covered in phones with signs above each one for multiple car rental companies.

Boss Lady: I can’t remember what rental company we rented the car from!
Me: Neither can I. Hm.. Do you have a number for them? Or your rental confirmation?
BL: In my email.
Me: Oh. well. Maybe we can call some. I’m pretty sure it was either Avis or Enterprise. Those sound familiar.
BL: Ok.
     *On phone with Avis.*
Hi.This is going to sound really stupid, but, I rented a car last week and I can’t remember which company I rented from. Can you look and see if you have me in the system?
    *Avis person looks.. makes some rude comments.. BL gets annoyed and hangs up. No Luck*
Me: Ok. Let’s call Enterprise. I’m pretty sure it was that one.
BL: *On phone with Enterprise* Hi. This is going to sound really stupid, but I rented a car last week and I can’t remember which company I rented from. Can you check for me?
    *Enterprise lady looks. No dice. I suggest just asking if they have any cars available because we need to hurry up and get to the hotel so we can go to the office.. BL asks.. no cars available till 1pm. We need one now. BL hangs up annoyed x10*
Me: Ok. Well, try Budget. Maybe it was them then. I really don’t remember which one it was.
     *BL calls Budget. Then Dollar Rental, Thrifty, Hertz.. etc etc… (Did I miss any?? Those too). No luck. At this point after 30 minutes of calling and holding, BL is pissed x’s a million and wants to murder someone. Then it happens. I have an epiphone. Epiphany… whatever.*
Me: My laptop!!!! I have my laptop! We can see if the Airport internet is free and pull up your work email and look at the confirmation email.

*I pull out my laptop, fire it up.. and pull up the work email. BL logs in, we find the confirmation email… Fucking Alamo!!!!!*

Ok. theres no phone here for Alamo. Where is it???
*I search the email and find a number for Alamo and directions on where to find their phone to call a shuttle. Its down a long hallway way away from all the other phones all by its lonesome, at a desk. BL calls, confirmed! Shuttle will be there in 10. We go outside and wait.*

In the humidity. In the grossness. My hair curls up disgustingly in 3.2 seconds and I look like a homeless poodle. Joyous is my life.

We wait for the shuttle to come get us.. ride it to a couple stops, then wait at the Alamo place in line to get the car.. and by this time it’s well after 12. We are supposed to meet someone at the office at 1 o’clock.

We finally get the car.. drive over to the hotel… our rooms arent ready. But oh! There is ONE room ready. So we decide to take it just to drop our stuff off. We get up to the room and it hasn’t been cleaned.. at all. Its gross. Baaaack downstairs we go!

We drive the 0.0000000001 miles to the office and meet the retard, I mean, co-worker whom we have never met but been warned about.. Boooooy is he a talker! He takes us up to the training center and— OMG it’s a disaster area. Bring on the yellow tape! WTF!

After steaming over this a bit. We make our way to get some food since we haven’t eaten anything except airplane crackers in like 6 hours.

Whataburger. In all its fattening, gross glory. I haven’t tasted thee since I graced your presence approximately 2 times a week in 7th grade for the whole 11 months that we lived in San Angelo, Texas.

[I have tried posting a picture.. but it keeps crashing.. ffing internet]

So we spend the next couple of hours buying supplies and cleaning stuff for the center.. We then return to the center, clean and drop off said supplies..

A couple of hours later we are both dead. Some awesome Thai food cheers us up a little.. Then it is time to get 3 hours of sleep before our next work day!

AHHHH… more to come..

When I’m bored.. and not pissed about internet explorer incessantly crashing.