Survival of a naive travel nurse.

I've arrived

It Turns out I was able to fall asleep a little bit, even with being crammed in a middle seat. Now I'm slowly waking up to a sore realization that my body doesn't do well sleeping while sitting upright for several hours.
The first things that comes to mind are Ouch, my back hurts, my eyes hurt and my mouth tastes like someone dumped their garbage down my throat while I was asleep. Never mind though because according to the last announcement we are about to land. Yippee, Kangaroos and Koalas here I come. The plane begins its descent and my stomach gets tight with anticipation. I can't help but let my mind wander. Suddenly the plane has landed and we are standing in the isles. People are quickly removing luggage from the upper bins. I automatically joined the crowd as if on autopilot. We are getting ready to de board the plane and I start to wonder where my driver will be waiting? The travel company arranged my trip, helped with paperwork and hospital sponsorship. They assured me there would be someone waiting for me upon my arrival. Being naïve and relatively new to the travel thing. I had no reason to doubt their word. Likely, he'll be holding one of those fancy welcome signs with my name on it. I assume this is true because every movie I have watched has a scene in it where the leading lady gets picked up in a nice car and always has someone waiting with the fancy sign. Why would my arrival
be any different?
As it turns out, my arrival ends up being nothing like what I've seen on tv. Ok, I don't mean to be a drama queen, but I've been sitting here waiting for the driver with my name on the fancy card for over an hour. Other people have come and gone with drivers who came up to them and yes, they had nice little cards with their names on it. I'm getting a bit miffed and I'll admit a bit teary eyed. Give me a break; I've had a rough start. I just want to get to my hotel and take a little nap. Is that to much to ask after such a long flight?
Apparently I look a bit worse than I thought because people are starting to stare at me. "What?" I want to say to them, "Oh surely I'm not the first one in the world to get upset when they've been stood up by their driver on the first day in a new country so keep it moving."
Clearly I'm on my own. I can either stand in the baggage claim continuing to cry, or I can figure this out. I honestly feel like just standing here crying, but luckily a guy who happened to be walking by noticed my blubbering and nicely pointed me towards the taxi stand. Option B it is. I thank him and awkwardly head to the taxi stand with all my bags in tow.