I'm home... I look really jacked up right now and I am pretty pissed off.
NJQT told you most of the story. I was originally supposed to leave at 9:15, but it got pushed back to 9:45, which made sense since there's no way in hell to get the three planes to the gate cleanly in and out five minutes apart. 9:45 became 10:30 when the New Hampshire and Minnesota people left, then 12:35a after a call for plane maintenance. I was on the phone with Dan, then I called Sean and bothered him for 90 minutes. 1:30 comes and, yeah, the stewardess doesn't show so we can't leave. Apparently, the pilots took our luggage back with them... to Cincinnati, maybe...
Anyway, I was the last person who got on the 8:45 plane this morning. My head hurts; my throat hurts; I barely got three hours of shuteye. I'm sore, and what's worse, is that my luggage is nowhere to be found. I had to go to the store to get some toothpaste and a toothbrush and some contact lens solution.
I took a total mental health day. I wouldn't have made it in town for the counseling job anyway, and I called into the restaurant. I still don't have a charger. I've only got one for the car, so I'll have to go back outside and let my engine run a bit while the phone heats up.
This sucks! I'm SO pissed right now.