Well, I called Qantas today to figure out what to do about our plane tickets. It's going to cost us $200 to change them. Per ticket. Or we could cancel them for a $500 cancellation fee. Per ticket. Jerks.
So I don't know what to do. Do I try to change them to December, gambling that I won't have to pay another $400 to change them then? Or do I change them to next year, effectively making our "honeymoon" a vacation? Either way, it's still going to be an extra $400 added on to our honeymoon cost, not including the time-share week we lost and now must make hotel reservations for.
I was so mad about all this that I threw my notepad across the room. It made me feel slightly better. I still threw another temper tantrum later. I'm just not handling this whole "National Guard fucks with your life" thing well.
To add insult to injury, the Family Ass. Center sent me another e-mail announcing the unit's return. This is after I have e-mailed them twice to take me off the list. I almost wrote a scathing e-mail, but then I realized that hey, I could just block them. So I did. Which did not make me feel as good as a scathing e-mail, but was probably better. After all, no one likes to hear that they're a dipshit, even if they kind of deserve it.