Well. It’s 10:00 pm on Tuesday. I’m sitting in front of my computer at home writing this. I’m not on an airplane on my way to Korea. And I’m pissed.
Yes. The visa that should have been in my hands on Saturday… it’s somewhere between Chicago and Cleveland.
I could scream.
When I checked the mail this afternoon and it wasn’t there, I flipped out. Once I got myself calm enough to think rationally, I called the post office and got no help. Then I did something I rarely do (and by rarely, I mean I did it maybe 3 times in the last 18 months). I took an Ativan and went to sleep.
I was having a horrible time coping with the stress and uncertainty. Talking to a friend wasn’t helping. So I did the only thing I could think of. I took the meds.
I’m calmer now. So the only thing left to do is wait for the visa to come. The travel agent won’t rebook the flight until I have those documents in my hands. And I can’t say I blame him.
*sigh*
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