For a more worthwhile rant:
I was gonna go to Scottsdale this week.
On Saturday night, I got an alert that my flight was canceled due to weather. Then several hours later, I got an alert that they had rescheduled me for a Monday flight. The problem: I was flying out of one airport and returning to another.
Well, that obviously won't work, since my car will be at whatever airport I fly out of. So I called to try to get a flight that both flew out of and returned to the same airport. They found me one, but it was even later. That totally screwed up my plans, so I just decided to cancel the whole trip and have a stay-cation at home. A little finagling got me refunds of all moneys and deposits I'd placed in preparation of the trip.
That was enough of a bummer. Except on Tuesday, I came down with the flu. And I'm just now getting over it. So, I suppose it's good that I canceled everything anyway. But I've been holed up at home, mostly in bed, during my vacation. What a freaking waste.