Long time:

SO it has been a a while... I have been writing - I just haven't had the chance to post and publish. Here are some thoughts from the break:

Return of the King..... Klutz:

Yeah - it’s been a while since the last blog. Basically what happened between the last blog and now are finals, finals, finals, driving Becca to the airport, finals, driving home to Pennsylvania, getting sick, sleeping, doing some more sleeping, seeing Return of the King at midnight, and coming back to work at SVI.

Today was my first full day back to work... or so I thought. Today has been quite a klutzy day. Let’s start with moving an entire section of numbers to a shelf out of order with the rest of the others.... I finished with a grand finale of tipping over the grill throwing the charcoal all over the floor. Luckily, I had people to help me clean it up... but it was slightly embarrassing.

Oh well, what can you do? Do what I do: a) accept the fact that you are a little clumsy, b) joke about it and make reference to it in jest later, and c) laugh. If you do not do one or more of the following, you will go crazy.

On another note: it has been almost a week since I’ve seen Rebecca. I miss her, but I’m not dying. I think this break is good for me to put things in perspective and see how much I really care for her. (Qualification: Becca if you’re reading this - you knew there would be a qualifier in here ;) ) I’m not saying that I don’t, I do care for Becca very much, but when you are separated from one that you truly care about, it is a test of how genuine that commitment is.

They do say that absence makes the heart grow fonder. Other twist that statement and say that absence makes the heart wander. For me, it is the first.... definitely the first.

Fruit Cake: When All Else Fails

So here goes another day at work. I made it fashionably late at 8:45. It was my best intention to be to work by 8:30. I can’t exactly remember why it was that I was late getting here in the first place. I think I stopped to have breakfast and that I woke up after hitting my snooze button 3 or 4 times.

Ok, so being late this morning was a bit of my own fault and as a result - I am going to stay 15 extra minutes at the end of the day. Oh well, I guess some times you hafta make up for things. I need to get some money - so I’ll do what I can.

It is so hard to believe that Christmas is right around the corner. I haven’t even done any shopping yet. I think I’m hitting the mall tonight to see what I can find. I really have no clue what I’m looking for and for who. I suppose that is half the joy of Christmas shopping.... right?

Dad has been teasing the kids about buying them a Chia Pet, Clapper, of Ove’Glove for Christmas. You know the products that I’m talking about. You know that it is Christmas time by the ads that are on TV. The commercials were probably made in the late 70s to the early 80s and have never been changed since.

I have half a mind to purchase at least one of the said items as a gag gift and get them going. I know that might be mean, but it would make for a wicked laugh. What would be even funnier is if there were no other presents under the tree aside from that.

According To Plans:

I have found it to be my experience that nothing ever goes according to plan. This weekend (weekend being Friday - Tuesday) I went to Charlotte, North Carolina to help with the national Wesleyan Youth convention. As with the Toronto convention that I worked 2 years ago, I was theme park staff.

The cool park about this was that not only did I get a special issue badge that set me apart as a staff member, but I also got this nifty radio for communication with other convention personnel. I looked very.... official. So official that people asked we the craziest questions... but that is beside the point.

I traveled down to Charlotte with my former youth pastor to the convention and hit all types of nasty traffic... that being said - I can now say that I had my first car accident. No worries, someone rear-ended up at probably 5 mph... no biggy. This put us at the convention center at O’Dark - thirty. The great thing about having the theme park equipment contracted out to an outside vender is that they had everything set up where they wanted it.

The next bit of drama was finding out that I had no hotel room: Peachy. According to the plan, Brent and I were supposed to be rocking out a phatly plush luxury suite at the Westin. However, they had us booked in a hotel that was 20 minutes away from the convention.

Not gunna happen.

What they ended up doing was fixing me up with someone else's room at the Hilton, where Doug was staying. That worked... aside from not having a replacement room after that night. Later on, some of the higher ups in with the convention pulled some strings and got Brent and I temporary room...

That next day we were instructed to go to the desk at noon and trade keys for a new room. Noon quickly turned into 2 pm before it actually happened. I ended up pacing the room anxiously. I had yet to see my girlfriend, who was supposed to be there to help with the theme park as well. It was a great way to get to see each other over the break and get paid for it.

This was something else that didn’t go according to plan. It wasn’t until that evening that Becca’s sister found me and told me that poor Rebecca was sick and could not make it to the convention. Sadness and despair. I was upset to hear that, but was glad that I at least heard something. Being the person I am I though that something awful had happened.

Here is an interesting predicament: I thought that the girl that claimed she was Becca’s sister was her younger sister... I must be a terrible person and awful boyfriend because I could have sworn that she was younger than Becca... I kid you not, she looked about 14. I feel like an idiot because she’s 20! It was only until she introduced me to the youngest sister that I figured it all out. I do have to say though that I think Becca is the cute one ;) (P.S. Hope you’re reading this Becca)

At this point, I am somewhere outside of D.C. trying to get back to Dover, DE. From there, I drive home and hopefully can get a hold of the lovely Ms. Miller and see how she’s doing. But then too, when do things go according to the plan?