Again, I hate NY.

Philip’s plane landed at 7:15. But not at this airport.  Because of fucking fog, they landed in Hartford, CT. Then the bastards couldn’t decide if they were going to come back here, or stay there or what. They finally decided, at 9:30 or so, that they were going to go BACK to Orlando. But not until after the pilot got some supper. Philip calls me at 9:45 to tell me he’s not sure if he’s gonna go home, try to drive here, or what. He informs me that the pilot is eating supper. I was livid. If they’re going to decide to go BACK to Orlando, they should fucking leave. It’s a 2.5 hour flight. The fucker can eat in the cockpit on the way there. At which point I called my dad. (I’ve been in tears since, oh 8pm or so at this point.) Dad gets on the internet, finds a car rental place onsite that’s open. He calls Philip. Philip goes to rent a car. Car rental place says "you have to have a reservation. You can’t make one at the airport." WTF?!? I make him a reservation online. The cheap car, pickup there, return here. No problem. Confirmation number, reservation made. Done…??? Nope!!! Apparently, they DON’T rent the cheap car for return at aonther location. Um, I just made the goddamn reservation, and it was approved. Hello?!? So he pays $25 to upgrade to a vehicle he can do that with.

He’s highly pissed, driving at high speeds, in a place where he’s NEVER been before. And he doesn’t have directions. It’s now 11:13. I’m staying up guiding him to me. He’s about 2 hours away at this point.

I feel like a piece of shit. My stupid job sent me up here & the only reason he’s here is to see me.

Can I quit?