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I am deep in that stage of being where my inability to travel gracefully is made obvious.
Last night I went over to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
cassandra_e's house and used her dryer to get some dresses dry cleaned--I simply gave up the notion of getting my dresses to a pro and back again in time to pack them. Happily, I discovered that Dryel (sp?) works wonders on sake stains. Yay! Then I stayed up way too late picking out clothes and deciding what was going to be mailed and what was going in my carry-on luggage. Mailing stuff seemed like the best option because I didn't want to take a whole second suitcase and because I didn't want to fly with two bottles of [redacted] in my luggage. (Note: trust me, whatever you are thinking [redacted] is, it is much more innocent than you are thinking.)
Yesterday while searching for my crochet hooks I found the cords to my stereo rig and my CD player. I'm not sure why they were in the bottom of a box of yarn sitting on the top shelf of my bedroom closet, but there you are. While continuing my search today I found my Shimekiri Kotei shirt from two years ago. I think I'll try to wedge it into my carry-on. After being reminded of how embarrassingly large my yarn stash is I FINALLY found my crochet hooks. And then I found my missing dress Birk, in a box labeled "Flotsam from bedroom". In addition to one-half of a pair of sandals, I also found my copy of The History of the Franks. This made me very happy, because it's actuallycassandra_e's copy of The History of the Franks. I really need to get myself a copy of my own; it's like a complete guidebook of homocidal royalty. (I based a D&D scenario on an incident once, and it worked great.)
I've spend the last two days at work struggling with vacation brain,and my day staff has been more understanding than they strictly need to be. In spite of my handicap I did get a bunch of signs made, briefed my assistant manager on what to keep an eye out for over the coming week, and hired a new night baker. I won't train either of my two new night bakers until I get back from New Jersey, which means I'll get back on Monday, spend a week working nights with my new people, and then immediately fly out of town for Gencon. It's going to be...interesting.
Having had dinner and a rest I need to get back to work. I need to move all my plants to the living room or bedroom so my plant-sitter can find them, wash dishes, clean out fridge, finish packing. It all sounds so simple when I write it out!
Last night I went over to
cassandra_e's house and used her dryer to get some dresses dry cleaned--I simply gave up the notion of getting my dresses to a pro and back again in time to pack them. Happily, I discovered that Dryel (sp?) works wonders on sake stains. Yay! Then I stayed up way too late picking out clothes and deciding what was going to be mailed and what was going in my carry-on luggage. Mailing stuff seemed like the best option because I didn't want to take a whole second suitcase and because I didn't want to fly with two bottles of [redacted] in my luggage. (Note: trust me, whatever you are thinking [redacted] is, it is much more innocent than you are thinking.) Yesterday while searching for my crochet hooks I found the cords to my stereo rig and my CD player. I'm not sure why they were in the bottom of a box of yarn sitting on the top shelf of my bedroom closet, but there you are. While continuing my search today I found my Shimekiri Kotei shirt from two years ago. I think I'll try to wedge it into my carry-on. After being reminded of how embarrassingly large my yarn stash is I FINALLY found my crochet hooks. And then I found my missing dress Birk, in a box labeled "Flotsam from bedroom". In addition to one-half of a pair of sandals, I also found my copy of The History of the Franks. This made me very happy, because it's actually
cassandra_e's copy of The History of the Franks. I really need to get myself a copy of my own; it's like a complete guidebook of homocidal royalty. (I based a D&D scenario on an incident once, and it worked great.)I've spend the last two days at work struggling with vacation brain,and my day staff has been more understanding than they strictly need to be. In spite of my handicap I did get a bunch of signs made, briefed my assistant manager on what to keep an eye out for over the coming week, and hired a new night baker. I won't train either of my two new night bakers until I get back from New Jersey, which means I'll get back on Monday, spend a week working nights with my new people, and then immediately fly out of town for Gencon. It's going to be...interesting.
Having had dinner and a rest I need to get back to work. I need to move all my plants to the living room or bedroom so my plant-sitter can find them, wash dishes, clean out fridge, finish packing. It all sounds so simple when I write it out!
