I love my job. I love my job. I love my job.
Yesterday was from hell. I kept getting sidetracked by more and more issues and then I’d get reminded of all the extra stuff I have to keep an eye on with my TL out of town, and I got out of there at almost 645pm.
One of the international travelers completely rebooked her India itinerary. Twice! I was ready to come through the phone and smack her, because in the end it was the same way I booked it to start with, except with a stopover in London. And yes, it was the preferred carrier that I originally used, because it’s a big damn discount, lady. What with that interruption, it took a while to get through other “end of day” things. A long while. Grr.
Can’t do that tonight, I’ve got an appointment with the backcracker… and as it is, gotta find the rest of my workout stuff and scoot.
The exciting life of a travel agent: booking people to obscure places in India and thinking “Kochi – wasn’t the Amazing Race there in season 4?”
I’m trying to repeat the mantra, but damn if I can make my lips move. Some days, that Starbucks uniform looks mighty appealing. And you get free coffee.
How about a nice book to go with that coffee? Oh, yeah.