It started three weeks ago. With recent events, I decided that I needed to visit my Happy Place.
So I called my travel agent and booked a trip. Once you get a Disney confirmation #, you have to go online and plan your trip. Usually this is done 180 days in advance, but I only had three weeks.
Make that 10 days. There was a problem with my reservation and for 5 days I was on the phone with Disney Guest Services. They couldn’t fix my problem.
Since professionally I ran a similar web site (Disney almost signed a contract with us. They decided to pull it on-house at the last minute. The site became My Disney Experience. The one I was having trouble with), I decided to troubleshoot it on my own. On the 6th day, I discovered that someone else’ credit card was linked to my profile. The site worked much better with my card.
That wasn’t the end of it. Disney was doing site upgrades, and one day my restaurant reservations disappeared. They came back but then my park reservations disappeared. They came back but my hotel reservations disappeared.
Finally, it settled down. The day came to fly to Orlando.
Great start! Awoke at 2am. Had set alarm early so that I’d be cogent when my ride arrived. Staggered into kitchen to start my coffee and then retrieved my phone. There were several alerts from JetBlue. My 6:10 am flight was delayed until 7:40 am! I quickly dismissed the idea of going back to sleep for an hour.
Of course, I was picked out of TSA line for a pat down.
Just returned from a relief trip in the airport. Who designs airports anyway? Exiting the Men’s Room, I turned right... Only some brilliant person decided that the wall to the right should be a wall to ceiling mirror, which perfectly reflected the corridor - to the left. Rubbing my nose while staggering to the real exit, it had hit me - literally - that the exit was just a reflection.
Oh my! Two of the huge-ly-est people I’ve ever seen just squeezed in the two empty seats beside me in the airline gate. Yikes!
JetBlue just sent me another alert. DELAYED again. I groaned so loud, people turned to look. When I read the alert, it announced that we were actually scheduled twenty minutes earlier before the first delay. Yahoo!
So, I finally arrive at Walt Disney World at 11:30... the original estimate was 8:30 Then, the park bus was delayed a half hour... I had a lunch reservation at 12:20! I got seated at 12:35. My first order was a beer. Let’s see what happens from here on in.
So I called my travel agent and booked a trip. Once you get a Disney confirmation #, you have to go online and plan your trip. Usually this is done 180 days in advance, but I only had three weeks.
Make that 10 days. There was a problem with my reservation and for 5 days I was on the phone with Disney Guest Services. They couldn’t fix my problem.
Since professionally I ran a similar web site (Disney almost signed a contract with us. They decided to pull it on-house at the last minute. The site became My Disney Experience. The one I was having trouble with), I decided to troubleshoot it on my own. On the 6th day, I discovered that someone else’ credit card was linked to my profile. The site worked much better with my card.
That wasn’t the end of it. Disney was doing site upgrades, and one day my restaurant reservations disappeared. They came back but then my park reservations disappeared. They came back but my hotel reservations disappeared.
Finally, it settled down. The day came to fly to Orlando.
Great start! Awoke at 2am. Had set alarm early so that I’d be cogent when my ride arrived. Staggered into kitchen to start my coffee and then retrieved my phone. There were several alerts from JetBlue. My 6:10 am flight was delayed until 7:40 am! I quickly dismissed the idea of going back to sleep for an hour.
Of course, I was picked out of TSA line for a pat down.
Just returned from a relief trip in the airport. Who designs airports anyway? Exiting the Men’s Room, I turned right... Only some brilliant person decided that the wall to the right should be a wall to ceiling mirror, which perfectly reflected the corridor - to the left. Rubbing my nose while staggering to the real exit, it had hit me - literally - that the exit was just a reflection.
Oh my! Two of the huge-ly-est people I’ve ever seen just squeezed in the two empty seats beside me in the airline gate. Yikes!
JetBlue just sent me another alert. DELAYED again. I groaned so loud, people turned to look. When I read the alert, it announced that we were actually scheduled twenty minutes earlier before the first delay. Yahoo!
So, I finally arrive at Walt Disney World at 11:30... the original estimate was 8:30 Then, the park bus was delayed a half hour... I had a lunch reservation at 12:20! I got seated at 12:35. My first order was a beer. Let’s see what happens from here on in.