I knew there was a very good reason that I started flying in to show locations a day earlier than I really needed. Part of it is just being able to slow down a little bit - not trying to rush so fast that I end up frazzled and get caught not fully set up or ready when the show starts.
For instance, the BABE show this weekend is a short Saturday and Sunday only one. Which means I could have flown in on Friday and done my set up Friday night (which I can do until 8pm) and be ready for Saturday morning. BUT. What if the boxes didn't arrive in time? What if my flight is delayed? What if I miss my flight? What if I get lost on the way to the hotel? What if... Mind you, none of these things had actually happened to me before, but there was stress in worrying about it. And there was that one time when I was late enough to the airport that I walked up to the gate as they were about to close the door....
This trip proved my point. Somehow, someway, the Internet tricked me into buying a plane ticket to Orange County, not Oakland, where I needed to go. I'm absolutely positive it's the Internet's fault. The best part was I never even noticed until I was in my layover stop of Phoenix, and the plane was continuing on to Oakland so I shouldn't have had to get off, but the flight attendant pointed out my ticket was to Orange County - 6 hours drive away from Oakland. Whoops!
But the Southwest folks were so nice (I heart Southwest) and I was able to get on the Oakland flight (thank goodness it wasn't full) and they even got my bags aboard, and all in about 15 min. time. Of course it cost me moola, but since it was my fault, I mean the Internet's fault, I couldn't complain too much.
If I'd missed that flight, it was the last flight to Oakland that day and I would have either had to change airlines (goodbye baggage) or actually fly into Orange County and drive to Oakland.
The best part? I really wasn't too stressed about any of this. Annoyed at the Internet, naturally, but I knew I had a day to fix anything that needed fixing. And then when I told my sad story to the car rental peeps in Oakland and laughed about it, they upgraded me to a minivan. :-)
Now I'm off to walk a couple of blocks over to the court house - I didn't get my sales tax permit stuff mailed off in time to get it by mail, so I'll do it in person. Again - I've got the time! Yea me!