So … I finally got into to Lincoln at 10:30 pm. (I was supposed to be here around 4:30). When I flew into Detroit, I checked the departures board, found the flight from Detroit to Lincoln, and headed for gate C16 (in a separate concourse). When I finally got to the C gates, I checked the board again and … canceled (mechanical difficulties).

So … I called work, called the airline, called the travel agency, and was re-booked for a flight out of Detroit the next morning, getting me to Lincoln at noon. Not helpful. Plus, no bags. So … with hotel vouchers in hand, I started wandering until I got a call back from work. Apparently, my boss was also stuck in Detroit, so … we teamed up and tried to find another way.

Eventually, we decided to book separate flights to Omaha (not our destination!) and then take a cab from Omaha to Lincoln. My flight got into Omaha around 8:30, but my baggage didn’t. So … after an hour drive to Lincoln, here I sit in the hotel room, hoping the airline will deliver my luggage soon so that I have something to wear for tomorrow’s training. And I’m exhausted. And that’s a lot of So’s …