Well, today is officially the day before I leave. That's scary. Ahhh. I'm excited about this, so excited I can barely stand it, but at the same time, I'm just pinching myself like "What? Is this really happening? Am I really going tomorrow? Ahhh!" I have had more than my share of stress over the last couple of weeks (mostly self inflicted), but I am starting to relax into the que sera sera mindframe. I'm going to go home tonight and pack my bags. Tomorrow I will get up, and there will be some panicking. We'll go to the fair in the afternoon and I'll arrive at the airport at 5:45 to catch my connector to Halifax and then my overnight to London. This week, I have had multiple troubles. I will describe them. 1) on Wednesday of last week, I went to Wells Fargo and took out a small personal loan of $3000 (to pay off my Mastercard and also to have some spending money for my trip). It was given to me in a cheque for $1192 made out to Amanda Neal and MBNA, and the other cheque was made out to me in the sum of $1800 and some odd dollars. On my lunch break the next day, I went to Royal Bank which is in the mall where I work, and they were quite backed up. I could understand that it was a Friday and it was lunchtime and it was busy, but they only had one teller working the counters. I waited in line for a good twenty minutes. I don't bank there, but my plan was to open a bank account there so I could cash my cheque, and also pay my Mastercard bill there (as I was told I could on the MBNA hotline thingie). Anyhow, I waited in line for a good twenty minutes or so, and finally got to the teller. I explained that I wanted to pay my Mastercard bill -- but they couldn't do that for me since they don't deal in Mastercard and so they would need an actual paper bill in order to pay that account for me. Fine. I asked if I could open an account and the teller said.. "It only takes a couple of minutes, but we can't open one for you until Tuesday or Wednesday." I said "Look, I'm going to be on a plane on Tuesday or Wednesday, I need this money now." So she went and looked at her books or whatever other useless thing it is that bankers do, and came back to tell me "Well we can fit you in today at 2:30." I couldn't do that, I was at work. So I left. As I was storming back to work, mom came out and to make a long story short, we had to take an hour extra to go to my home bank branch (across the river in massive traffic) to get stuff worked out, but they eventually did it. b) I have had the damndest time trying to get British currency over here. I managed to buy 50 quid off of Mike Turner, bless him. Other than that, I have to wait til I get over there, which I didn't really want to do anyways. :P But ah well, I guess I don't have much choice. ------ Toby is doing much better. After some further investigation, we have discovered a cat claw sized hole in a bag of medicated turkey feed in our shed and figure that he must have gotten in to eat that and poisoned himself. A week later, he's got a massive appetite back, is very affectionate, has a lively look to his eyes -- he's on the mend. About a week is how long it takes for animals to detox from medicated poultry feed, I guess. :P But yay, my life is less stressful.
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Tuesday, Sept. 06, 2005 ~ 8:51 a.m.
