Almost as Good as Forgetting My Passport

I have to go to Sacramento for my job.  I booked the travel through the travel agent my office uses.  I filled out their internet form, and they sent me a reservation.  Flying from Burbank to Sacramento at 8:30 tomorrow morning.

I printed out the reservation -- I kid you not -- on July 24.  It has been sitting on my desk for months.

It is now after 1:00 in the morning the night before I depart.  I'm a bit of a procrastinator, so I'm packing now.  I decide to check-in online, so I go to the airline's website and type in my locator number.

It tells me I can check in for my flight tomorrow morning at 8:30.

From Sacramento to Burbank.

I take a good look at my reservation.  Yep -- it's backwards.  Would've looked pretty stupid at Burbank airport tomorrow trying to catch this flight.

I'm now on hold with the travel agent's emergency service line, trying to fix this.  (The recording says that, due to Hurricane Ike, they're overloaded with calls, and I should only stay on the line if it's a real emergency.  If not, I should call during business hours on Monday.  This gives me pause.  I mean, it's not a real emergency.  Then again, business hours on Monday would be too late to do anything about it.  I've decided to stay on hold.)

.....

They fixed it!  Now I'm on the right flight!

(The agent tries to give me my new flight number, at which time I have to say, "Hold on a second; my cat stole my pencil."  She finds this cute.  That's very sweet of her; I'd find it to be further evidence that I'm a freakin' moron.)

This makes two things in a row that I very nearly screwed up outrageously badly.  Three if you count paying my insurance bill.  (It's due on Tuesday.  Which explains why, at around 11:00 p.m., I was driving out to the (fairly deserted and slightly creepy) AAA office, as I know they have a payment lock box in their parking lot.)  I should definitely get more sleep on a regular basis.