Things I Did Not Do On My Last Night At Work
- Replace the nice classical music in the lobbey with the soundtrack to the Rocky Horror Picture Show.
- Set every room in the hotel with a wakeup call of 7:22, regardless of what time it was supposed to be set for.
- Walk up and down the hallways singing "Home for a Rest" at the top of my lungs.
- Randomly charge credit cards for randomly large amounts.
- Tell any guest, staff member, or member of the management team what I really thought of them.
- Tell any bad D&D jokes. ("So, a cleric, a theif, a mage and a fighter all walk into a bar. The bartender looks up and says 'What is this, a party?'")
- Talk like a pirate all night.
- Refuse to actually do the audit, stating "It can be done tomorrow night, it won't matter."
- Answer the phone with "Thank you for calling AT&T Wireless, my name is Anna, how can I assist you?"
- Call in sick.
I've been a bit stressed, is it showing?
There is a plan, of course. The plan has changed three times in the past 12 hours, but there is currently something shaping up to be a plan.
The nice people from the women's shelter are coming over later today to pick up all of my good furniture. Kris is coming on the weekend with a posse and at least one pickup truck, if not two, to get the rest of his stuff finally out of my apartment. (For those following along at home, Kris moved out in early January. Yes, it will be June before he gets his stuff out. I know, I have no leg to stand on, there was still stuff of mine at Barry's for about a year after I moved out, but Barry wasn't planning an international move at any point.) I am planning on flying out to BC for about a week, leaving on ... whatever day next Tuesday is. But that's up in the air because I want to find tickets for no more than 119$ one way, and I don't really have a deadline in place to get there. The cat will go to BC with my parents. I don't plan on spending much more than a week in BC, simply beause I am feeling that constant pressure of TIME TIME TIME on my head. By the time I get back from BC, my paperwork should all be in order. (This is assuming I get the visa. I can't imagine any reason why I wouldn't, short of them not accepting a letter from the bank regarding my current financial status. Which would suck, since it was 98$ to apply for the damned thing, and I'd have to reapply and pay another 98$.) Then, I buy my ticket, pack what's left of my things, and flee the country like the hounds of hell are following me.
Somewhere in that mess I need to see a bunch of people, give away some things that need to be given away, take a trip to the Goodwill Store and WINhouse to drop off some donations, and return even more things to various friends of mine that I have belongings off.