Or, why I will fly 2nd rate airlines that no one generally wants to fly (A.K.A. Qantas) for important business.
Last week I began my great adventure, namely that of getting myself to the airport at 6:00am in order to start a new life in Sydney as a temp White Collar corporate minion. However, little did I know that Monday mornings are also rush mornings at the Tullamarine airport for the multitude of other undoubtedly more experienced people who fly morning flights up to Sydney.
So by the time I got to the departure lobby there was 15 minutes till my 6:30 flight was about to lift off. My Virgin Australia service reps decided against trying to figure out a way to get some random obviously young and inexperienced suit who obviously doesn't know what he's doing on to the plane he was about to miss, which thus left me with no other option but to seek a replacement.
It wasn't that simple though, seeing as there was no space on the 6:45 flight. Or the 7:00 flight. Or the 7:10 or the 7:15 or the...well, you get the point. In fact due to cancellations and overbookings there was apparently no flights until 1pm in the afternoon. This was bad because I needed to be in Sydney by 9:30: being late on the first day was probably not going to help anybody.
So what choice does one have in such a situation?
Qantas to the rescue. Being the airline that no one wants to fly at the moment, they had plenty of seats at exorbitant prices on the next available flight at 7. Which makes sense as there will always be last minute suckers like myself who need to be somewhere and don't care about the price involved. Qantas being the airlines with regular services can then pick up these people and ship them to wherever.
So next time if you need to be somewhere quickly, fly Qantas because no one else will want to fly them and steal all the seats in the event you get there late/get cancelled. Who needs pretty air hostesses anyway.
I was going to talk about Sydney, but not really much happened (besides getting drunk/being thrown out of a restaurant at 5pm and then finding OJ who just happened to be there later). Apparently people who have proper jobs don't party on monday-wednesdays. Until the next post.
