It probably wasn't the furthest thing from my mind when I went into work last night. I could string this out into a very anecdotal little story, but the long and short of it is that I have booked the majority of 16th July until 10th August off as vacation, with the intention of going out to see Kerry and talking to her face to face to go through all this stuff that we're not talking about. She doesn't want to ask and I've been defensive. I think my brain has just overriden my fear and just steamrollered me into this position. I've practically used up all remaining vacation days for this journey scheduled for two weeks this Wednesday.
The downside is that I didn't wholly consider the cost of such a venture. Screwing up my I.D. card application has put my hopes of going on a staff discount flight out of the question and I will have to take my chances in the real world of modern day air fares. It's scandalous, it really is. You would think that the airline industry would be trying to encourage passengers to fly. But £500?? But really, it's not about the money. I need to do this, even though it scares the living daylights out of me.
There is a little bit of business to clear up. I need to engineer three shift swaps with other co-workers within the timeframe I'm hoping to be away so that I can make this work. Fingers crossed on Jim. He said he'd do the three shifts but wanted me to work three shifts in November in return. I can't guarantee I'll be there at that time of year, so I'm waiting to hear back from him. He's been distinctly quiet since I texted him that piece of information. Bollocks.
I'm glad
filthwizard and
my_wrongs and their entourage enjoyed Glastonbury. I'm surprised they didn't have internet cafes there, it's become so commercialised. I did see a mobile phone recharger section though.