A Joanna Day
Trip Start
May 07, 2004
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Trip End
Jun 27, 2006
Silly,
Ontario,
Canada
Wednesday, November 2, 2005
I'm quietly admiring my superior procrastination skills, managing a few key projects and sort of reveling in the fact that I'm enjoying lunchtime yoga - and may actually want to expand on the experience - to my own surprise, when I'm informed that I am required for a road trip to Atlantic City for a benefit concert that the Barenaked Ladies are doing for WWF in 6 days.
It's a road trip (read: one of my fave things to do). We're taking a van, leaving Monday, back Wednesday - with a few of my fave peeps from the office. So this is very exciting, even though I'm somewhat stressed about whether anything on my _real_ job will get done while I'm gone. And then it gets more exciting, because I could feasibly go to NY for the weekend prior to, without risking any additional time away. And there is a chance that some peeps (Jimmy) might meet me there, which would just put the icing on the cake.
I'm busting at the seams, while trying to contain myself and actually do my job, which today involves decisions on whether we, an environmental charity, are taking it too far by putting a (tastefully funny) gay joke into our next commercial spot. It'll get watched and talked about, but is it territory we need to be in?
And then it hits me. Christ. On Friday morning I was hungover and I somehow lost my Visa card (as I ran out of my house at 9:15, rather late for my 9 o'clock, and because I still wanted to have my first appointment, expecting to be extremely late for my 9:30 meetings) between my door and the taxi.
Not a crisis if, months ago, I hadn't purposefully left my other credit cards in my parents' freezer (2 hour drive from mine) as a reaction to my propensity for this card-losing (logic=strange, but in my mind it really is in my best interest to, when I lose one, call immediately and cancel the card (which I of course didn't do until tonight) instead of switching to the second or third credit card in the hopes that the original will eventually re-surface.
Even still, losing my only accessible credit card would not be as much of a show-stopper had I not misplaced my banking card during the 24 hours after Monday night's pre-Halloween candy purchase (which was well worth it, given that my costume and I made the 11 o'clock news).
I've also searched (albeit briefly) for a passport that is surely in a *safe* place, and will obviously turn up before I cross the border Friday.
Yet, in spite of losing my last physical links to what (in my current life) makes the world go round, I sit at my computer relating my absolute inability to be even remotely responsible, instead of, you know, actually looking for a card or passport in the abyss that some call my bedroom, or determining which mode of transport I'll choose for getting across the border.
I think I'll see what tomorrow brings. An already packed day, but I should know slightly more about where I'm going, and with whom, when.
No passport. No bank card. No credit card. No exact plans. No mode of transport. Not a bad effort at playing it by ear :)
I'm reminded of a lovely lady I met two years ago in Peru who told me I seemed sorted. It's all relative. I'm sorted because I know things'll work out, *deep down*. Generally, I also prefer manic to static.
