Riiiiiiiiight. Well I am still an idiot, but only 50% of a complete idiot. And a somewhat relieved 50%-fledged-idiot too.
I was booking the hotel in New York, the site requested I re-enter my credit card details and refreshed the page. So I entered them, assumed the dates were the ones I'd just entered...except it'd reset itself to todays date instead. I didn't check it and comfirmed the booking.
Then realised it, tried to change the dates but it wouldn't allow me, tried to cancel it and it charged over a grand to my fucking card. It also spat back an email to me explaining the terms and conditions whereby it charged me the full rate, plus a fee, plus tax for cancelling the dates within 7 days of the stay.
After lenghty conversations today with the hotel crowd they're going to refund the majority of the payment but will still charge me for one nights stay as penalty. Wankers.
So after all the charges and the like I'll probably be down 200 for nothing at all.
AND there's no guarantee that the rooms I was requesting in the fucking first place will be available on the dates. They are gonna contact me tomorrow.
Grr. This isn't going well. I felt like my chest was in a vice all day today. To be honest it feels like that alot of the time in work these days, but this time the vice was being closed by a Gorrilla pumped up on steroids and with a point to prove.
To be honest I doubt the logic of going to New York when I infact need to relax. Sure it's a holiday, but perhaps a faster paced one than is totally necessary.
At least it isn't going to cost me what I'd feared there. I'm sure I'll have fun, it's just surviving the fun
I plan on taking a trillion pictures of things. Places and things. And perhaps some people...but usually only because they'll get in the way of the things and places. Damn critters. GET OUT OF THE WAY!
(Surreal...I'm shouting at people who may possibly stray into my non-existant shot that's yet to take place in a country I'm not even in)
I am no longer heading on my own though, one of my friends decided he'd like to go and be part of this "spur of the moment" thing. He's always pretty planned, organised and together. That's no fun. So this will either help him relax and have fun, or actually kill him with anxiety.
Either way it'll be a turning point
He's also just told me he's a very nervous flyer. This I didn't know. I may have to smother him with a pillow mid way over the atlantic.
I was booking the hotel in New York, the site requested I re-enter my credit card details and refreshed the page. So I entered them, assumed the dates were the ones I'd just entered...except it'd reset itself to todays date instead. I didn't check it and comfirmed the booking.
Then realised it, tried to change the dates but it wouldn't allow me, tried to cancel it and it charged over a grand to my fucking card. It also spat back an email to me explaining the terms and conditions whereby it charged me the full rate, plus a fee, plus tax for cancelling the dates within 7 days of the stay.
After lenghty conversations today with the hotel crowd they're going to refund the majority of the payment but will still charge me for one nights stay as penalty. Wankers.
So after all the charges and the like I'll probably be down 200 for nothing at all.
AND there's no guarantee that the rooms I was requesting in the fucking first place will be available on the dates. They are gonna contact me tomorrow.
Grr. This isn't going well. I felt like my chest was in a vice all day today. To be honest it feels like that alot of the time in work these days, but this time the vice was being closed by a Gorrilla pumped up on steroids and with a point to prove.
To be honest I doubt the logic of going to New York when I infact need to relax. Sure it's a holiday, but perhaps a faster paced one than is totally necessary.
At least it isn't going to cost me what I'd feared there. I'm sure I'll have fun, it's just surviving the fun
I plan on taking a trillion pictures of things. Places and things. And perhaps some people...but usually only because they'll get in the way of the things and places. Damn critters. GET OUT OF THE WAY!
(Surreal...I'm shouting at people who may possibly stray into my non-existant shot that's yet to take place in a country I'm not even in)
I am no longer heading on my own though, one of my friends decided he'd like to go and be part of this "spur of the moment" thing. He's always pretty planned, organised and together. That's no fun. So this will either help him relax and have fun, or actually kill him with anxiety.
Either way it'll be a turning point
He's also just told me he's a very nervous flyer. This I didn't know. I may have to smother him with a pillow mid way over the atlantic.
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when are you jetting off? have you been to New York before? have you checked in with the SG people there to hang out and do cool stuff?