About a month ago, before I left Seattle, I got a phone call from JetBlue telling me that my flight from Las Vegas to New York City was rescheduled from 1:10 a.m. to 9:10 p.m. on the same night. No biggie, right?

Well, today, I tell my mom that my flight was rescheduled, and that she would have to bring me to the airport a few hours earlier. She did, we had some coffee and talked before I headed to the gate. On my way to the gate, I checked the schedule of my flight and discovered that it has been delayed until 11:35 p.m. This isn’t a big deal, because I have plenty to keep me occupied. However, a few minutes later, they announce that my flight has been delayed even more… to midnight! Again, not really a big deal, but why the hell would you advance the departure time when you’re just going to be late anyways. It’s like “indian scheduling”.

Update: I’m at the airport right now, and I just overheard that due to a power outage earlier in the day, all flights at McCarran Airport have been delayed. Sux0rz.