Tuesday, July 31, 2007

In which I have an episode with a frappucino

Yesterday, I was out puttering around with Anne. We had errand-ed for most of the afternoon (errands related to oft-referenced condo) so as a reward for my stunning efficiency and planning, I decided to get myself a lovely little raspberry mocha frappucino (AKA dessert in a plastic cup). I went through the drive-thru and got a little small one. We pulled around to a Home Outfitters store to check on some prices for sheets. I got out of the vehicle and, frappucino in hand, went around to open the back trunk. After putting the frappucino on the bumper, I fetched the enormous stroller out of the back (Sidenote: who decided that strollers should look like small SUVs?) and set it up. I put my diaper bag on the side. I unbuckled Anne from her carseat and strapped her into her stroller. And then I shut the hatch.

There was the sound of a gunshot and frappucino flew everywhere.

Anne jumped and I hollered as the frappucino was squished between the trunk and the frame of the car. It exploded seven ways to Sunday. I groaned and opened the hatch to find what looked like 7 venti frappucinos all over the interior of the suv. Anne started to laugh.

I went into the store to get paper towels and a sponge. I then spent almost 30 minutes cleaning the inside of the vehicle while friendly people pulled up in their Yukons and Jettas to sympathetically say "Boy, that sucks" and offer their condolences on my frappucino.

*sigh*

When we finished, I just decided that the heavens had decided me (and my thighs) did not need another frappucino. So we called it a day and went home.

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Friday, July 27, 2007

In which I hike, pack, bake and generally email

I just got finished responding to 43 emails. I have gotten WAY behind so just decided to do a major "respond to emails" hour while Anne napped. Good to get done. I hate a messy inbox.
We are closing on the condo on Wednesday. Woot! Then we paint, clean carpets and begin the moving process. Should be done by August 9th. Can't wait to be settled.

We went for a hike yesterday. Brian took the day off so we went to Manning Provincial Park. Absolutely BEAUTIFUL. Can hardly stand where we live sometimes. It's just incredible to lift up your eyes and see all of this. I'll post pics soon.

I did some baking this morning. Thanks to Jenna's Chocolate Chip Banana Bread, I will have a happy husband tonight.

Doing some slow packing lately. A box here and there. I am nowhere near ready to move. I hate moving.
I just finished HP7. Phenomenal. Now I want to go back to the beginning and read them all over again.

In other news, I've been dealing with a depression lately over leaving Anne. It's just been a difficult time, to be honest. I'd like to lift my head up and act like it's all fine but I'm finding out that it's not. Fine, that is. So I am praying and working through this sadness and heartache.

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Wednesday, July 18, 2007

In which we play games

Anne is learning all kinds of games these days. She plays "so big" and "peekaboo" and "where's Anne?". She plays "chase" where we chase her around the house on our knees but she squeals and laughs so hard that she forgets to run.
By far, my favourite game with her was invented by my mother. My mum would put a pillow on the ground, put her head on it and yell "Night night!" Then she'd snore really loudly while surreptitiously sneaking a peek at Anne to see if she was watching. Then she'd launch up, yelling "Get up get up get up!" Anne would positively scream with laughter.

She's now picked up on this game. If there is a pillow anywhere in the vicinity, she'll start laughing already at the mere prospect of playing the "night night" game. Then she'll get the pillow, toss it on ground and throw herself across it when we say "night night!". Then we say "get up get up get up" and she gets up, giggling, before throwing herself back on the pillow at the command "night night".

But the best part of this game? The snoring. She can't figure out how to make a snoring noise (we suck air in through our mouth, you know) so she does it by breathing out really loud, a la Darth Vader. I almost can't breathe, I'm laughing so hard at her. You say "night night!" and she promptly flings herself across a pillow and starts her Darth Vader snoring while giggling as she waits for "get up get up get up". She can play this game for hours.

She's 11 months old today. What a joy this kid is to me!
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Thursday, July 12, 2007

In which swimming lessons bring me hope

My first instinct is that I tend to see the glass half empty most of the time. As a result, I can whip myself into a state of despair about a variety of topics: the American president with his snickering little laugh, healthcare, Darfur, poverty, hunger, the general state of most Christians, the reputation/stereotype that I carry as an evangelical (What? You mean I'm not a disciple of Jerry Falwell? Shocking!), church planting (we must be mad), the war in Iraq, Canadian politics, terrorism, babies without parents in the foster system, babies with parents around the world, Paris Hilton (*sigh*) and so on. After a good bout of watching BBC News, I can safely pace the floor, praying for the state of humanity, punctuated with the word "Marantha, Lord Jesus!" (which loosely translates as "Come, Lord Jesus, and save us from this mess!"
The world is full of fear, hatred, war.

But I realised this summer that there is a lot of love in the world. And I realised it at swimming lessons.
You see, I took Anne to Starfish swimming lessons at the rec centre this summer. We put on our little (okay, so mine isn't so little) bathing suits and showed up for a 30 minute lesson with Natasha. (Sidenote: Who decided to start putting wee babies into bikinis with little triangles for the top? Hello! Oversexualisation of babies, anyone? ARGH!)

While there, I was filled with hope. If you ever doubt love, go to a babies swimming class (just don't be a single male with a baseball cap and a video camera...you'll freak us all out). I looked across the pool one day between "The Wheels on the Bus" and "Let's Make Bubbles!" and almost wept. So many different women and men and so many little babies and so much love. I felt like the pool would overflow with the love.
There was the obese woman who bravely donned her swimsuit to paddle with her chubby baby. There was the woman in the string bikini with her daughter in a string bikini. There was the biker-looking gentleman with his baby. There was the young teenager with her brand new girl. There was the tired looking mother with her cross eyed baby girl. There was the power-bitch looking woman with her curly haired boy. The dads who courageously jumped in the pool with a bunch of women to sing and splash. And on it went.

We sang songs like "The Grand Old Duke of York". We went around in circles. We led the babies through the pool, chirping "Kick Kick Kick Kick". I looked around at all of these people with their babies and saw raw, unabashed love in their eyes. They loved their kids. They kissed the tops of their heads when no one was looking. They kissed their wee faces through the chlorine. They paddled their feet and screamed with laughter when the babies splashed back. They bounced and giggled so that their babies would bounce and giggle.
I often labour under the (probably false) notion that no one has ever loved their child like I love Anne. No one else has ever had their heart completely broken open by 9 pounds of humanity. No one has ever kissed every inch of their babies milky skin, weepy with love. (I also labour under this assumption with my marriage: no one has ever loved like we love each other...)

I realised that day that everyone feels that way.

If you ever wonder if you are loved, look at your Mum. Look at your Dad. Most of the time (unfortunately not all of the time), they are split open wide with love for you, refracting everything about you.
It filled me with hope and joy. It made me feel a kinship with every other parent from Abbotsford Rec Centre to Darfur and beyond.

Such love. Such hope. Such joy. Such faith. There are these moments of saving grace and saving love all around the world, every day. What a privilege that God has allowed us to be parents, to experience the ache of his heart for his children. I understood the heart of God so much more after giving birth to Anne. He is a Father and a Mother. Everything else I think I know about God now passes through that filter. Just as I love Anne, he loves me.

The only drawback is that I had to wear a bathing suit for this revelation.
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Tuesday, July 10, 2007

In which we go a-berrying and a-recapping

A nice and quiet weekend such as we just indulged will be few and far between in the next few weeks.
We spent Saturday at the Abbotsford Berry Beat Festival. Ironically, very few berry stands.... But we did get a bag of mini-doughnuts and a sunburn. We've always had a weakness for small town festivals. I'm not sure why. I think it's because we're both city people. born and bred, so when a small town nearby happens to have a festival, we think it's quaint and interesting. We've been to everything from the Porter Peach Festival to the New Braunfels Wassilfest and Wurstfest ("The 10 Day Salute to Sausage"...you can't make this stuff up.). There's something wonderful about time spent, wandering through small towns, sampling wares and hearing the little girls warble through a song from "Oklahoma!".
*humming "chicks and geese and ducks better scurry...when I take you out in my surrey...when I take you out in my surrey with the fringe on top*
We were back at church this Sunday. We hadn't been for almost 3 weeks due to the Omaha trip so nice to be there. We have an adult leader training day coming up as we're training the home group leaders for the youth. It's not as much as we'd like to do but we simply don't have time.  So we have an excellent collaborative team - one person does events, we do home groups etc. It's a great system although new to us. I'm interested to see how it will work.
I have finally gotten a job for when I get back from maternity leave.  I'll be a Product Marketing Manager for deposit products. Basically the same thing I did at Bank of America (the last time that I liked my job) so that bodes well. I'm looking forward to it. We're still thinking about getting pregnant with our second at the end of this year or early next so I'll probably only be in the position for a year and a half but that's okay with me. Kiddos and family are my priority right now. To be honest, I always thought I'd go back to work. It never really entered my head that I'd be a SAHM. But now? I crave my girl. The thought of not being with her every day is tearing my heart out. I keep telling myself it's just for a season but that isn't helping.  As the day draws closer, I'm becoming more and more despondent and achy. I return on August 27. Pray for me? And for Brian - he'll be staying home with the girl when what he really wants is to quit school and get a job so that I can stay home with her. It's hard to lay down your desires even for just a season.
Speaking of whom, Anne is almost 11 months old. She's quite talkative and mobile. She's standing on her own and "thisclose" to walking. She is simply the most loving and sweet little girl. She never meets a stranger - doesn't matter what they look like, she loves them. She's got such a welcoming heart. I love seeing her personality develop. She's beautiful but what's better, she's as good as she is pretty (which is saying a lot! LOL).

I got my to-do list done yesterday so I think that Anne and I are headed to the beach today.   I was debating heading to the mountains for a hike as it's quite hot here today (headed for 33 degrees) but I just can't resist the water. I'm a lake rat so much prefer lakes to pools. I can't get in a pool without thinking of the kiddies just peeing away like it's their own little nappy. Ew ew ew ew ew ew.

We watched "Blood Diamond" last night. I struggle with movies like that: they make me feel powerless and underinformed. It was a phenomenal movie - intense from the very start with fabulous acting. That Leonardo DiCaprio is incredible. No wonder he was nominated for an award. Highly recommend for those comfortable that like to be disturbed.

Now we're starting to plan packing and moving. I'm trying to book movers. I hate hate hate hate hate moving. I swore Brian to an oath that we can stay put for 3 years in our new place. We'll see if it holds. It seems we have this incorrigible nomad gene.



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Monday, July 9, 2007

In which American airlines makes an enemy out of me

Brian and Sarah Bessey
XXX XXX XX
Abbotsford, British Columbia
XXX XXX
Canada

July 2, 2007

American Airlines Customer Relations
P.O. Box 619612 MD 2400
DFW Airport, TX 75261-9612
USA


RE: Treatment at Omaha Airport, AA Call Centre Ineptitude and a Dreadful Experience


To Whom It May Concern:

I am writing this letter just hours after one of the most frustrating experiences I have ever undergone at AA – which is saying a lot. We have been loyal AA fliers for years (AA # XX). After today, we will use our airline points up and never fly American again.

We had been on holiday in Omaha, NE to visit my husband’s family with our 10-month-old daughter for the past two weeks from Vancouver.  Our original flights (Record Number XX) were for late in the evening and so I called the AA Call Centre to see about changing our flights. The attendant (named Elaine, around 3 o’clock on July 1, 2007) was very helpful. Since it would cost over $1,000 to change our tickets, she recommended that we fly stand-by. We went over all of the flights loads on the phone and she not only suggested, but recommended, that we fly stand-by for our flights.

On her advice, we changed our plans. I woke up my baby daughter at 4 in the morning to go to the airport. When we approached the counter, the agent (Deborah D.) was obviously frustrated and agitated. She was short with the customers ahead of us, slamming drawers, heaving sighs and generally being as unpleasant as possible. Everyone in the line was rolling their eyes and saying “Gee, why didn’t you just call in sick if you’re that miserable?” (Nobody likes to be at the airport at 5 in the morning but we all had to shell out $1,000 or more to be there, while she was getting paid…)

When we approached the counter, my husband told her “We are on the afternoon flight from Omaha to Vancouver, BC. Our connection is in Dallas. We’d like to fly stand-by for the earlier morning flights.” She seemed upset by our request and tapped away at her computer for a few moments. Finally she shoved our passports back at us and told us that because we were flying stand-by we weren’t a priority for this flight and to step aside while she checked in everyone else for the flight. Despite our bags and a stroller and a tired baby, we did as she asked. We stood to the side for 20 minutes while she not only helped other passengers but fixed printers and rearranged her work station. Finally (when she figured out we weren’t going anywhere?), she deigned to assist us. She grabbed our passports again and proceeded to type madly for 10 minutes, muttering and complaining under her breath. She eventually asked us if we could split up which we rejected. This seemed to bother her. Then she asked us why we were flying stand-by through Chicago when it was a later flight. We said, “We’re not going to Chicago. We’re going through Dallas to Vancouver.” She flung her hands in the air and yelled “You told me you were going to Chicago!” We never once even mentioned the city of Chicago. She was very angry and rude with us, gesturing wildly and almost calling us liars. We went back and forth for several moments with her repeating “You said Chicago!” and us saying “No we didn’t!” (Why would I want to lie about that? I had been in line for almost an hour with my baby and our luggage waiting to get checked in – would I lie to her just to be a jerk? It makes no sense.) She snatched up our things again and said “Well, now I have to start over.” By now, the people behind us in the line had also been waiting for some time. I was embarrassed and irritated by the delay but what made it even worse was her attitude.

The crowning moment of that encounter (because there’s more…) occurred 10 minutes after she clacked away at her computer, once again muttering and glowering.  She looked at us and accused “You’re going to Vancouver!” We replied “Of course we are.” She then shoved our passports at us and said “You can’t fly stand-by on an international flight. That’s the rules.” At that point, I had a weepy baby and we’d been dealing with this awful woman for an hour. I said “Well, I spoke to an agent yesterday on the phone for more than 30 minutes and I was told to fly stand-by on these flights. How were we supposed to know that we can’t?!” She just kept saying that those were the rules and she couldn’t do anything about it. The fact that those were the rules and that the call centre agent had made a mistake paled in comparison to her treatment. She acted like we knew the rules and were just doing this to annoy her. She acted like we were to the blame for what we had endured for the past hour.  Eventually we had to check our bags through for the later flight, call my father-in-law to come back to the airport (another hour drive for him) and pick us up. When we left the line-up, the other passengers said “That was awful! Good Lord!” and other similar platitudes. Even the people who waited for an hour behind us saw how appalling this type of treatment and situation was.

We returned to the airport for our regularly scheduled flight at 3:55 PM. We checked in at 2 o’clock and waited. Then the flight was cancelled by the desk clerk. She gave out a phone number for people to call. When we all called that number, the people at the other end claimed that the flight had NOT been cancelled and if any of us wanted to change our ticket, we would be charged $500. My husband and I were standing at the front counter trying to get rebooked onto another flight when the pilot came off the plane, frustrated, and exclaimed “I’ve got clearance to go! Why aren’t these people on board?” The desk clerks were flustered and admitted to cancelling the flight. They all shrugged and basically said “Oh, well, too late now.” Needless to say, it’s incredibly frustrating to be completely put out for someone else’s mistake!

We were rebooked onto a Northwest Airlines flight. We had to leave the secure area and go down to the baggage claim to pull all of our luggage off again (which, when you have a baby, includes a stroller, a car seat and more bags than I’m used to traveling with to be honest). We trekked over to the Northwest counter and were checked into a flight that left near 7 o’clock that evening. We had to go back through security again (thanks for that). Then we had another 3 hours to kill in the Omaha airport with our 10 month old baby.

By the time, we finally got on the plane, we had been trying to get out of Omaha for more than 14 hours. We had to fly through Minneapolis in order to get to Vancouver. We didn’t arrive in Vancouver until 1 in the morning. We weren’t home until 2 in the morning. You can imagine how much my daughter enjoyed this. What should have been a quick day from Omaha to Vancouver turned into a 24-hour odyssey.

(By contrast, the people at Northwest were courteous, on time and helpful…)

There are several things that bother me about this experience:

  1. The attitude and behaviour of Deborah D. in the Omaha airport.  She was an absolute shrew. I have never been treated like that by anyone in the customer service industry. We had paid $861.32 USD (which is almost $1000 CAD) for those tickets. Yet we were treated terribly and like an inconvenience. She was angry and accusatory and difficult. I’ve never been so shocked.
  2. The fact that we couldn’t fly stand-by doesn’t bother me. If those are the rules, then I certainly understand. What I don’t understand is why the agent at the call centre not only told me that the option was there but actually recommended that I do so. If it’s such a “rule”, why was the customer service agent so completely clueless? I could have avoided this entire episode if your staff was adequately trained and had the first clue about travel.
  3. The very first words out of our mouth at the ticket counter were that we were flying stand-by to Vancouver with a connection in Dallas. At that point, the agent (Deborah) could have said “I’m sorry – you can’t fly stand-by on international flights.” I would have been frustrated with the call centre agent but would have understood that these things happen and adjusted our plans. Instead I spent an hour fighting with this dreadful ticket agent, blocking the flow of other passengers and aggravating myself and my husband along with a very discouraged little baby.
  4. The lack of communication between the pilots, desk clerks and the call centre for AA. When we called to rebook flights, we were told the flight wasn’t cancelled and that we would be charged for changing the flight. If the flight had been cancelled, then the call centre should be notified before we are given their number to deal with.
  5. The flight from Omaha to Dallas did not need to be cancelled. It appears that an overzealous desk clerk was the culprit for putting out hundreds of people and being the “straw” that broke our camel’s back. I could have sat down and cried at that point. I just wanted to be home.

This situation was frustrating to the utmost. At every single contact point, your company not only didn’t provide adequate service but were actually more fury-inducing than anything else! How ridiculous and appalling.

We have always flown AA. Despite often sub-par customer service, we have been very loyal even though we don’t fly as often as some people. But after this experience, I doubt that we will ever fly on your airline again. We will use up our points and then go to Northwest or another carrier when we have to fly to visit our American family.

Please address these issues. I do expect a prompt apology. My address is at the top of this letter. My home phone number is 1-XXX-XXX-XXXX.

Sincerely,

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