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I love this snow. I love the days off. I even love the free opportunities to help people and perform physical labor. What I don't care for so much is the possibility of my flight to Jamaica being cancelled and the difficult list of non-options to deal with the situation.

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Trip cancelled. First, flight cancelled and nothing else available. So hotel cancelled. Then cancelling flight and the guy says there is a back-door way to go back through Dallas just cutting into my trip by one day, so I go to uncancel the hotel. No can do, not even yelling for manager, within 20 minutes these fuckwads tell me there are no rooms available.

Fuck. No Jamaica at all. Now I'm in danger of missing a prehearing conference because it is taking so long to get the refund on the plane tickets.

Everything I touch turns to shit.