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I hate packing for trips. It's even stranger this year because I'm going to see my parents. Except I'm not coming from school to home like those years in Alabama. I'm not really "going home". I'm just visiting my parents for the holidays. It's very bizarre.
Reading the trip preparation stuff from TSA is frustrating as hell. I'm glad I opted to ship my orders directly to my parents. They want you to keep your presents unwrapped if they need to be checked, assuming you'll have ample time to wrap stuff when you get there. They also want you to leave your suitcase unlocked for security checks. They'll be providing security seals eventually. Forgive me for not being terribly trusting of airport workers.
And I'm still not sure about getting to the airport. I had been delighted when the government was supposed to give their workers an extra four hours. Guess who that doesn't apply to? Hopefully I'll get lucky and they'll close things down at 1pm so I can home to get ready rather than rushing for the airport. This is not my ideal traveling conditions, especially if the weather acts up.
Another trip to the dentist for another cleaning/scale root thing on my upper right of my mouth. One of those things they don't tell you about the numbing injections. They only have to give you one for the bottom part of your mouth. For the top, they have to do each individual frigging tooth. I'm glad I still opted for one part of my mouth rather than gamely doing the whole top. I'm not that much of a masochist!
I met and trained the person who will cover for me while I'm away on vacation. I hope I explained everything all right. With my memory being what it is, I tend to do things by second nature, which means I have to slow myself down to explain how to do things. Some names and departments and newspapers I just remember -- there's no logic. Not much I can do about it though, except print out all the slips for her ahead of time and hope all goes well.
Life in general sucks though. I just want the year to be over. I just want a lot of things to be over. It may be coming on Christmas, but there isn't a damn river big enough for me to skate away on...
Reading the trip preparation stuff from TSA is frustrating as hell. I'm glad I opted to ship my orders directly to my parents. They want you to keep your presents unwrapped if they need to be checked, assuming you'll have ample time to wrap stuff when you get there. They also want you to leave your suitcase unlocked for security checks. They'll be providing security seals eventually. Forgive me for not being terribly trusting of airport workers.
And I'm still not sure about getting to the airport. I had been delighted when the government was supposed to give their workers an extra four hours. Guess who that doesn't apply to? Hopefully I'll get lucky and they'll close things down at 1pm so I can home to get ready rather than rushing for the airport. This is not my ideal traveling conditions, especially if the weather acts up.
Another trip to the dentist for another cleaning/scale root thing on my upper right of my mouth. One of those things they don't tell you about the numbing injections. They only have to give you one for the bottom part of your mouth. For the top, they have to do each individual frigging tooth. I'm glad I still opted for one part of my mouth rather than gamely doing the whole top. I'm not that much of a masochist!
I met and trained the person who will cover for me while I'm away on vacation. I hope I explained everything all right. With my memory being what it is, I tend to do things by second nature, which means I have to slow myself down to explain how to do things. Some names and departments and newspapers I just remember -- there's no logic. Not much I can do about it though, except print out all the slips for her ahead of time and hope all goes well.
Life in general sucks though. I just want the year to be over. I just want a lot of things to be over. It may be coming on Christmas, but there isn't a damn river big enough for me to skate away on...
