Sunday, November 27, 2005
my bangkok trip would have been a pretty uneventful one except for this incident that happened on the last day, costing me $900. Checking in at the cathay pacific gate for my flight home, i realised to my horror that i had no airplane ticket home. The tour agency who had arranged all my flights had placed me on the waiting list for my return flight home. All you non-savvy travellors, when this happens that means shit is going to hit the fan. Even if i had a reservation for the flight, it was still a "no-go" because i was on the waiting list (aka standby) and not on confirmation list.
The staff told me i had to wait another hour to see if anyone would cancel their flight so that my hubby and i could take their place. But it was only half an hour later when i checked with them our status again, that they said "FAT CHANCE". I sure am not going to get a seat on their flight because even their passengers that were on the confirmed list had to be transferred to Thai Airways.
"So can i be transferred too?"
"I'm sorry you can't because you are on the "waiting list."
Horrified i left for the thai airways gate and they refused to give me a seat because i was once again on the "waiting list" and they asked me to return to cathay pacific gate again. In a time like this, what agonises me the most is not really the wasted time and money on the trip but my faith. It goes rock bottom, sinks further into the grave by the fact that i've heard of testimonies where He got people out of this fix. Perhaps i was naive and a bit daft to think even at that last minute that He will come through for us. Presumption versus faith? Well you'll never really know till you walk off that plank.
And in a way i did but perhaps in a less dramatic fashion. I bought tickets on Thai Airways premium economy class so that I could return home today. spent S$900 for two tickets and returned home, wiser? I don't think so. I still don't understand how this could have happened. This is like the time when my house flooded; i didn't know what happened; the only thing left to do was to do damage control. No amount of praying is going to help. It is as if the wheels of some engine orchestrated for my destruction and utter humiliation are turning and I can do nothing to stop it.
It is also at this time that I'm trying to not wallow in self-pity (i.e Thinking that i'm an absolute failure in whatever i do: making a home, driving, teaching etc.) because when I do, I can't stop tearing and it's rather embarassing especially in public. It's not embarassing at home but I don't want to do that either because it's useless worrying my husband with my tears. And, i still have dinner to worry about now.
