I'll likely be heading toward the airport this time tomorrow. I'm more or less ready--all the necessaries are packed, I just have to go to the bank, CVS and get a haircut tomorrow. I'm actually sort of glad that I have a couple of things to do tomorrow, otherwise I'd go stir crazy.
I had a bit of a panic last weekend when I realized that I booked my ticket from Jo'burg into Malawi a day too early. I misread my itinerary and didn't account for the overnight flight from London; I was only paying attention to the date, which was the departure date. I called the airline and got no help at all. I called again on Monday when their ticket office opened and it all ended fine--I changed my ticket by upgrading to a different fare class for about $100. Better than buying a new ticket altogether, which was the weekend person's advice.
Somewhere in the process and thanks to good suggestions, I realized that I'm actually pretty nervous to go, which was prompting the panic more than anything related to the ticket. I just hadn't been able to verbalize what was going on enough to know that I was nervous. I have no doubt it's going to be fine, I just know that all the buttons that need to get pushed for me to grow are going to be. Which tends to make me uncomfortable. Which then manifests, in this case, as being a little terse with a South African Airways call center rep.
In the meantime, I'm leaving school where I have been printing stuff, pulling things from my server folder, and updating a few things. I'll probably not be back here again until fall. Hallelujah.
I had a bit of a panic last weekend when I realized that I booked my ticket from Jo'burg into Malawi a day too early. I misread my itinerary and didn't account for the overnight flight from London; I was only paying attention to the date, which was the departure date. I called the airline and got no help at all. I called again on Monday when their ticket office opened and it all ended fine--I changed my ticket by upgrading to a different fare class for about $100. Better than buying a new ticket altogether, which was the weekend person's advice.
Somewhere in the process and thanks to good suggestions, I realized that I'm actually pretty nervous to go, which was prompting the panic more than anything related to the ticket. I just hadn't been able to verbalize what was going on enough to know that I was nervous. I have no doubt it's going to be fine, I just know that all the buttons that need to get pushed for me to grow are going to be. Which tends to make me uncomfortable. Which then manifests, in this case, as being a little terse with a South African Airways call center rep.
In the meantime, I'm leaving school where I have been printing stuff, pulling things from my server folder, and updating a few things. I'll probably not be back here again until fall. Hallelujah.
Safe trip Ben and thank you for this blog. Remember to halt when you need to and that we are all here for you.
Much love,
Kath
oh, this should be fun to read. Update as often as you can.
In other fun news, I got hit in the eye socket with a softball today. I got this dope black-eye. I'm gonna be all Fight-Club when we go to trial on Monday.