Airline travel woes

Here is how the last 36 hours were supposed to go:

Sunday morning: wake up refreshed and spring out of bed.  Eat breakfast. Say tearful goodbyes to friends in Mount Manganui. Go toTauranga and attend mom and Roger's BBQ via Skype. 

Sunday afternoon: Take bus to Auckland and find way via shuttle to airport.

Sunday night: sleep in airport between 9:00 and 5:00 a.m.

Monday morning: take 7:00 a.m. flight to Queenstown, arrive by 9:00 then make my way to Wanaka via shuttle two hours later.

Monday afternoon.  Take nap,

Monday night: get organized for my first day of training (tomorrow)

Instead, this is what really happened

Sunday morning: Woke up groggy and sleep deprived after spending most of the night stressing about life in general. Eat breakfast. Say tearful goodbyes to friends in Mount Manganui. Go toTauranga and attend mom and Roger's BBQ via Skype.  (at least that part was good)

Sunday afternoon: Took bus to Manukau, spent two hours wandering around a mall with about 20 kg attached to my back, in desperation went to see a movie just to kill time.  On leaving the theatre, I discovered that I didn't know how to get to the shuttle pick up anymore (the mall halls were all blocked).  Luckily a nice couple saw me looking confused and offered to drive me -- all the way to the airport no less!  Nice!  At this point I thought my luck was running high.

Sunday night: slept in airport on and off between 1 and 4 a.m. Woke up groggy and ill tempered.

Monday morning:  checked into my flight at 5:30 a.m., went to gate, was told at 6:55 that said flight is cancelled.  Oh, and the next flight out is fully booked!  So I have to either wait until Tuesday to fly out (if the weather improves, of course) or take a flight to Christchurch and then be bused 8 hours to Queenstown.  I opted for the second option so I could make it to Wanaka in time for training at 9:00 tomorrow morning.  I was assured that I shoudl have no problems getting to Wanaka tonight cause the bus was going to go through Wanaka on its way to Queenstown.  "Great!"  I thought.
Flew to Christchurch. Found out that bus does not, in fact, go via Wanaka.  But at least there's a shuttle service.  "That;s fine!" I thought.

Monday afternoon: Took 8-hour bus ride to Queenstown with an annoying tour group from China who ate smelly sushi, talked super loud, chewed with their mouths open and farted most of the way.  Found out on arrival that -- Surprise! -- no buses are running tonight! So not only am I stuck in Queenstown, I am operating on approximately 6 hours of sleep over the past 48, and I am also going to be missing my first day of training after all. I nearly started to cry when I found out.

I am sooooo mad.  I wish I'd just decided this morning to wait until tomorrow's flight and I could have had a relaxing day in Auckland (I think they were goign to put me up in a hotel had I stayed).  Instead I'm so tired that I am having trouble focusing on anything, I'm ultra bitchy, and all for nothing -- My next training day isn't until Friday, so there's really no reason for me to be here yet.

Sorry for the whine.  I just needed to vent and the tought of actually talking to a human being right now is awful.