Need Someone to Yell At

So I flew home last night and got to Dulles at 12:30am. I was supposed to get in at 11:50, but we sat on the runway in Atlanta for a good 30 minutes with no updates from the pilot as to why we were sitting there and how long. I hate that. I mean, the pilot can't do anything about sitting on the runway, but say something about it, don't just make us sit there with the germy air and the babies crying and don't say anything. An informed cabin is a happy(er) cabin.

My sister's flight was supposed to get in around midnight last night too, but somewhere between Arizona and Dulles, she got delayed in Colorado and her flight didn't get in until 4am this morning. Seriously. AND she had baby T with her. Nice. She was one of those moms on a plane with a very unhappy baby. I can't say that I wouldn't have given her the death stare. When they got home, baby T was cranky and tired and reminded us of it with her (in)famous wailing. Oh how I missed that middle of the night howling banshee! Not really and yes, I know, not nice.

THEN this morning my clients all decide to be ASSHOLES. I've been working for the last 2 hours and I'm supposed to be on vacation. I want my fucking vacation day back. This is ridiculous.
I will say that I feel a bit better by blogging about it, but I'd still like someone to punch out or curse at. Maybe I'll find one later.