"with some children, you just can't tell them they did anything wrong because they are too sensitive."
Oh, man. I was that sensitive kid! And I spent a really long time trying to be a perfectionist to avoid judgment and criticism. Which doesn't work.
I can't tell if I am coming down with something, just tired, or just don't care very much, but am consumed with desire to curl up in a ball and go to sleep and being at work is really getting in the way of that.
I'm using late meetings as an excuse for how long it took me to get to the office this morning.
I need to contact a visa processing service for my trip to India and now I'm getting nervous that there isn't enough time to process the request.
Good luck with he visa. I have no idea. The sooner you contact them the more time there will be, I guess.
I left work thinking I would pick up Popeyes on the way home, but while I was driving I convinced myself that making some soup would be better and almost as easy but now I am home and making soup seems hard. Ah well, I'll throw some stuff in a pot and it will be edible, I'm sure.
We use CIBT, shrift. They're fast and know what they are doing. Helpful hint from my coworker:
Key thing in all your paperwork: you are not from, have relatives in, have visited or even thought about Pakistan. But it is pretty seamless.
mmm, now I want Popeyes, mostly the side of beans and rice.
I was thinking butterfly shrimp. Maybe later in the week. I did pull myself together enough to make some soup, and I think it might be making me feel better. So that's nice. I think I will get takeout soup tomorrow.
Ugh, that reminds me. I have to cook dinner again tomorrow. Bummer.
Just went through my son's lines with him for the school play. Fun and yet? Hot mess. He's all over the place. Luckily I think it'll work out just fine.
I did the Downtown Dining Week thing tonight at Automatic Slim's. I had a lobster cake appetizer (delicious!) and brisket over bacon mac & cheese. Dessert was unimpressive, it basically seemed like someone melted a tablespoon of ice cream over a tablespoon of peanut butter and some graham cracker crumbles, but dinner as a whole was nice. And I think it has my favorite atmosphere/vibe of any restaurant in Memphis.
There was a long wait since I didn't know I was eating there until 5 minutes before walking in, but I got to watch Phil Laak play poker on a big screen TV while waiting.
All right. I am going to get passport photos taken tomorrow at my office. I got samples from my coworkers so I can copy what they did to request all the visa letters I'll need, and I put my passport in my work bag because I'll need that to fill 'em out. I'll start the ball rolling with a visa processing service as well.
My accommodations are sorted for Hyderabad, and I just need to send them my itinerary so they can arrange airport transportation. I will figure out SIM cards and plug adapters later. Everything will be fine and I am having a ginger cocktail now.
I need to book a hotel in Dublin, but that part of the trip is going to be SO SIMPLE compared to the India portion.
Aren't you all glad I'm oversharing?
