I woke up nice and early to make sure I got to my appointment on time. I had called a cab the night before to ensure that one was ready to take me there when I needed them. I made sure to get all my paperwork together the night before to make sure I didn’t forget anything. I even wrote down the address and directions to where I needed to go, just in case the driver didn’t understand me when I spoke. I spent a good long time on my hair and makeup to make sure I looked my best when I arrived.

Things went downhill from there.

First off, the driver didn’t know the location. That’s fine, it happens. I hand him the address I wrote down. He takes me to a place with closed gates, so we have to wait a while before we can go in. I was early, after all, so I didn’t mind waiting. After a little more driving we arrive at a museum. The guard at the museum allows me in, so we all think that perhaps this is where I need to be, even though I have my misgivings. I got to be in the museum before-hours, which was really cool. After being there for about 15 minutes, the guard finally realizes that I’m not supposed to be there, that I’m not a member of some group that’s having a meeting there in a little while.

Whoops. Cabbie took me to the wrong place. Yes, in spite of the written directions I had given him that explicitly mentioned not to arrive at this location.

Another guard shows up and tells me that where I need to be is about a 5-minute drive, straight ahead. I start walking, thinking it might not be so bad. I arrive at a freeway-looking road. I do not feel comfortable walking straight into traffic like that. Furthermore, I really don’t know where I am. Oh, and you know all that time I spent on my hair and makeup? Completely ruined in moments by the strong wind in the area. I called the managers to see what they suggested— at this point, I’m already late. I try the taxi company again, thinking they would be accomodating since it was their error.

Accomodating. Right.

I try telling him where I am by saying I’m near the museum. It’s a straight road with no other major buildings, so I figure they would be able to find me. He says it’s not good enough, and he needs an exact address. I don’t have an exact address. I barely even know where I am. He says he cannot help me until he has an exact address and tells me to call him when I do have the address. At this point I had already walked 15 minutes away from the museum; furthermore, they closed the gates behind me. I had no way of getting back to find the address. I call the managers again, and they chase down someone who can give me an address. I call the taxi company back. They go on to lecture me that I should have given the driver an exact address instead of a vague “near the museum.” I tell him, repeatedly, that I DID give an exact address, and even wrote it down. Not good enough— it’s still MY fault the driver dropped me off at the wrong spot. After spending several minutes arguing with the dispatcher, I’m hysterical and almost screaming. I’m also very late. He eventually tells me he’ll send another cab, but that I have to pay again. Considering it was THEIR fault in the first place, this seems very unfair.

The customer is supposed to always be right. Apparently, this is not the company’s motto.

In any case, they send me another cab. However, sensing my anger, the dispatcher apparently contacts an independent specialist who is able to get me where I need to go with no problems. He also doesn’t charge me a flat rate, asking that I pay only what I see fit. By the time I arrive at the building, I am over one hour late.

From there it goes a little more smoothly. The managers I contacted before called ahead to let the people know I’d be late, so they were expecting me. Fortunately, I didn’t miss much. It seems I got there just in time.

After the morning set of activities, I go to the cafe for lunch. I decided on chili. Bad idea. From there, it goes downhill again.

When the second round of activities begins, I am so tired I fall asleep for a few seconds every time that I blink. We’re watching an instructional/orientational video, and although I got most of it, I had weird half-dreams through parts of it. When my time comes, I find out they need another doctor’s note, which doesn’t arrive until too late. So I must come back tomorrow to finish that part up. During this part of the day, I’m also suffering intense abdominal distress. Stupid chili.

I call another taxi company. The taxi comes within a few minutes, but another girl runs ahead and jumps into it before I can. I call for another cab, and it takes almost another hour before one comes. 

So, I have no pictures for today. After my experiences the only thing I want to do is go back to my hotel room and huddle under the covers. Maybe tomorrow I’ll get something done.