warning!!! : never fly with United Airlines

This weekend was crazyyyy. Mom called me Friday night and said Dad was buying me a flight home for the weekend because he got a new calling to be in the bishopric being put together for the new Rocklin 6th ward and wanted me to be there for him to get set apart. Of course, I wouldnt miss it for the world and was so happy to get to be there and support my Dad. It was so last minute trying to ask around and get my shifts covered for work. But it all worked out and I was able to make it home for the weekend. Grandma and Grandpa came into town to be there too. It was lovely!

But the trip home, was not so lovely.... I ended up being on 6 flights within a 2 day span. Since we booked the flight super last minute, all my flights were connections. My flight home was a flight from Sacramento to Denver then a connection flight from Denver to Salt Lake, where Sam would pick me up to go back to Provo. But when I got to the gate for my first flight out of Sac, I found out it was delayed. Cool. So I went up and asked the lady at the desk if I was going to be okay with making my connection flight. She said "oh, yaaaa we might need to find you another flight...we will just put you on a flight to LAX and you can take the connection flight to Salt Lake from there." So I figured that she knew what she was doing and said "okay, lets do it." Well my flight out of LA was supossed to leave at 6:10p but we landed at 6:10... now what?!! I was panicing at this point and called Sam. He had already called his Mom and Dad and told them what was going on and they headed down to LAX to come pick me up. After standing in line at customer service for 30 mins as I waited for all the other people who missed their connections, I finally made it to the front desk. I told them I needed a flight to Salt Lake from Ontario because it was alot easier and convenient for his parents to take me there in the morning. I called the girls at work again and explained to them what happened and got my shifts switched around again..They booked me a flight for the next morning at 5am from Ontario to San Francisco (oh how I love back tracking) and then from San Francisco to Salt Lake. I hate flying. End of story.