{"id":521,"date":"2010-03-23T09:19:25","date_gmt":"2010-03-23T16:19:25","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.jessamyn.com\/journal\/?p=521"},"modified":"2010-03-23T09:20:17","modified_gmt":"2010-03-23T16:20:17","slug":"cancelled","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.jessamyn.com\/journal\/2010\/03\/cancelled","title":{"rendered":"cancelled"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><a href=\"http:\/\/www.flickr.com\/photos\/iamthebestartist\/4448459597\/\" title=\"Spring! by jessamyn, on Flickr\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"http:\/\/farm3.static.flickr.com\/2760\/4448459597_168f7053f4.jpg\" width=\"500\" height=\"375\" alt=\"Spring!\" style=\"border: 1px solid #666\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p>For the first time in seven years I had to cancel a trip and a talk. I figure I&#8217;ll explain what happened because I think a lot of people may not even understand this &#8220;I give talks&#8221; aspect of my life. I was supposed to go to the <a href=\"http:\/\/www.placonference.org\/\">PLA Conference<\/a> in Portland Oregon. I was originally invited in August of last year and said yes. As you may know from the rest of my typings, a lot of other travel then filled in around it. I was scheduled to give a talk at 10:15 today [I had asked to speak in the afternoon, denied. I had asked to speak after 11 am, denied]. The deal I had worked out was that I&#8217;d get my airfare covered, two nights in a hotel [they had offered one night, I had said for a minimum eight hours of travelling, that wasn&#8217;t enough] and a modest honorarium. I don&#8217;t know why these places say honorarium instead of fee, but there it is. <\/p>\n<p>On Friday I noticed I didn&#8217;t have a hotel reservation yet and sent some frantic emails asking about this. The woman in charge of reservations hadn&#8217;t gotten my two [2] housing forms I&#8217;d emailed in. Not sure what happened. They quickly handled it. Then they let me know they hadn&#8217;t gotten the contract that I&#8217;d faxed and mailed. I occasionally have these waking nightmares that somehow I&#8217;ve ceased to exist to everyone but myself, only it happens slowly, not quickly [i.e. I send emails but they just vanish  once they leave my mail client] and this was seeming like that.<\/p>\n<p>I had a flight out yesterday at 2:20 pm. I have three airports I choose among: Burlington, Manchester, and Logan in Boston. Burlington is closest, but has fewer flights, Manchester is next closest, but I have to drive there [about two hours] and Logan is furthest but I can take public transportation most of the way and it has the most flights. This flight was out of Manchester, connecting in DC. I got up and left the house at 11, got to the airport at 1, ate lunch, waited on my flight. At 2 it was clear that we weren&#8217;t boarding. At about this time they made an announcement that the incoming flight that was supposed to be my outgoing flight had been hit by lightning and was going to be delayed. I saw the flight crew outside taking photos of the plane with their phones. I was pretty sure &#8220;delayed&#8221; was inaccurate. So I got in line to be rebooked and called United at the same time. The nice man I spoke to said &#8220;Oh your plane is just delayed, just wait for it&#8221; which was basically the best information he had at the time. It took United almost an hour and a half to declare the flight cancelled.<\/p>\n<p>I used my librarian skills to determine that there wasn&#8217;t another flight out of Manchester that day. I found that there was a flight out of Logan, in a few hours, getting me in in the middle of the night. As I&#8217;ve mentioned before, I don&#8217;t have much of a sense of what normal people would do in a situation like this. I was pretty sure I could get to Boston, brave rush hour traffic, park my car in a $22\/day lot [not reimbursed] and be in Portland by midnight. Maybe. I called my Dad and my sister who I call my Reality Check Network. They both assured me that only crazy people would consider this, though I should ask the PLA people if they&#8217;d reschedule me. I asked, they said no. They were pretty nice about it. Occasionally librarians are very very crabby dealing with plan changes; I am a pleaser so I try to avoid pissing people off, but this was unavaoidable bad news. I waited in line some more. I got an email from United saying that my flight was officially cancelled. I called again to see if I could maybe be put on another airline&#8217;s flight. No. <\/p>\n<p>At this point I have made my peace with not going. Once this happens a switch flips in my head and I absolutely do not want to go anymore. I emailed everyone in Portland telling them I am not coming [I have a ton of friends there, I was looking forward to seeing them] because with no talk there is no free plane trip so instead of making a little money on this, I would be spending my own money which I didn&#8217;t want to do. After two hours in line [seriously!] I talk to the guy at the head of the line who confirms that yes, I am going noplace. He &#8220;refunds&#8221; my money which means he gives me what looks like an airline ticket except it implies that I will get my ticket money back. He gives me a voucher for airport food because I asked for one [and told other people to ask for one, they say &#8220;they&#8217;ll give you food money?&#8221;] and I ask if I can spend it all on beer. I call <a href=\"http:\/\/www.highlanderinn.com\/pnf.html\">the parking lot people<\/a> who come fetch me and give me not some but <strong>all<\/strong> of my parking lot money back. I drive two hours home, eating my free sandwich. I get home at 7. I send the nice people from PLA <a href=\"http:\/\/www.librarian.net\/talks\/pla10\/\">the links to my talk and my slides<\/a>. I lose at Scrabble against Jim and sleep for eleven hours. <\/p>\n<p>When I went to bed last night the United website still showed me as booked on a flight to Portland today, a fact which multiple phone calls did not clear up. &#8220;Oh just wait five minutes&#8221; said the phone support person. &#8220;Oh just ignore it&#8221; said the next one. Eventually the trip vanished &#8211; poof! I emailed my friends in town to say I wasn&#8217;t gone, and they invited me over for dinner.<\/p>\n<p>I have, as always, mixed feelings. I really wanted to give this talk. I really wanted to go to Portland. I really want, in general, to do what I say I am going to do. However, I have a difficult time balancing exactly how much I should pull out all the stops to ensure that I can do what I say I will. I probably could have made it to Portland yesterday if I&#8217;d done something crazy. Or I maybe could have planned a Sunday flight and paid for my own hotel room or stayed with a friend. Or I could have gone for the weekend and been 100% sure I&#8217;d be there today [which meant leaving the day after I got back from Texas]. I say all this stuff because I want to reassure myself that what I did was okay. It&#8217;s difficult for me to say &#8220;I can&#8217;t&#8221; but I&#8217;ve been getting better at it this year. Seems like a strange goal to work towards, and it&#8217;s bad if it&#8217; a habit, but I&#8217;m thinking it should be part of my vocabulary.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<a href=\"https:\/\/www.jessamyn.com\/journal\/2010\/03\/cancelled\" rel=\"bookmark\" title=\"Permalink to cancelled\"><p>For the first time in seven years I had to cancel a trip and a talk. I figure I&#8217;ll explain what happened because I think a lot of people may not even understand this &#8220;I give talks&#8221; aspect of my life. I was supposed to go to the PLA Conference in Portland Oregon. 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