Complications, Complications …
by Jeremy on Aug.15, 2006, under Uncategorized
So, Onyx got to go to the bus station the other day to see about getting the tickets to get her out here this week. Turns out, said bus station recently became a gas station and the buses don’t stop there anymore. Nearest stop is in another town. Anyone mind explaining why Greyhound still sells tickets to and from that location on their website? What would’ve happened if I *had* bought tickets for me to go out there and get her? I might’ve ended up stranded in some remote location … I’m beginning to wonder if I owe the people at Greyhound a good cussing or not …
Anyway … Due to my wonderful boss who’s willing to do anything for me, Onyx now has a plane ticket to get to Denver. Only one problem. She doesn’t want to take the plane. >_< I understand why she's freaked out about it, with all the recent terrorist crap and just a general fear of flying, and doing something that big alone, but it’s quite simply a 45 minute flight and it’s all that standing between us and being together. If she doesn’t get on that plane, then it’ll be three months, at the very least, before I have the time required to go out there and get her myself. And by then, I’ll have all sorts of other financial issues that I have to worry about, because we won’t be living in this house anymore… I’ll be living by myself… Trying to take care of myself… And maybe not even having a suitable car. Not to mention if work escalates, it’s quite possible that it’ll take even longer than three months. If she doesn’t take this 45 minute flight, I might not see her until next year, and that’s really hard to have to think about …
*sigh* I just don’t know what to do … 
August 15th, 2006 on 5:48 pm
Don’t Quit
When things go wrong as they sometimes will.
When the road you’re trudging seems all up hill.
When funds are low and the debts are high.
And you want to smile, but you have to sigh.
When care is pressing you down a bit.
Rest, if you must, but don’t you quit.
Life is queer with its twists and turns.
As everyone of us sometimes learns.
And many a failure turns about.
When he might have won had he stuck it out:
Don’t give up though the pace seems slow –
You may succeed with another blow.
Success is failure turned inside out –
The silver tint of the clouds of doubt
And you never can tell how close you are.
It may be near when it seems so far:
So stick to the fight when you’re hardest hit –
It’s when things seem worst that you must not quit.
- Author unknown
*Hug* Good luck! Everything will turn out as it should.
~Amber
August 15th, 2006 on 11:17 pm
She needs to just get on the flight.. I flew back from San Francisco into LA, then LA into the local airport on Sunday. That’s even after the recent terrorist actions. Nothing happened to me; I’m fine.
August 15th, 2006 on 11:18 pm
Thanks. I appreciate the support.
August 16th, 2006 on 10:59 am
I’m not really terribly afraid that the plane will crash and/or get invaded by terrorists. There’s not a hell of a lot that could happen in 45 minutes, especially in a place most ppl don’t give a shit about heh. If I can *get* on the plane to begin with, the only thing to worry about is whether I’ll puke or not, and it’s not like I’ve never puked before.
There are, however, several other things that bother me. More or less prioritized for your convenience:
1. It’s something I’ve never done before, in a place bigger than I’m used to being in. I mean, our bus station was also a gas station. That’s just a bit different from a big huge airport that has 4 freakin parking lots. I can function anywhere in this town, providing functioning doesn’t require being able to see faraway stuff (see point 2). (Let’s face it, this place is small enough that most things aren’t far away anyway.
) But I don’t know crap about where anything is there, or what procedures are involved. Hell, there’s a town only 20 miles from here, and throughout my childhood we only went there once a year at most, so I’m not very used to *any* traveling.
2. I can’t see the broad side of a barn. (This is partially because there don’t tend to be barns in towns.
) When we go to McDonalds or someplace, I always get whatever someone else is having, because I can’t read the menu stuff they have behind the counter. I used to have the sundae flavors at Dairy Queen memorized because of this. There’s even been times walking around town when I wasn’t entirely sure where I was, and I had to cross the street to be able to read the street sign and reorient myself. (When I cross the street, I actually don’t look both ways because it’s easier to just listen to see if traffic’s coming. This tends to freak ppl out. 
) So, given how huge this place is likely to be, it’ll be a miracle if I can (a) find where I’m supposed to go, or (b) recognize an employee to ask for help if I need it.
3. The security stuff would be annoying, but it in itself wouldn’t keep me from going. However, some of what I’d like to take (i.e. paints) would require checking my baggage, which is just another step I’d have to worry about not being able to find the right place, or having them lose my crap even if I did find it. Plus, having to take my shoes off for security would suck given that I tend not to wear socks in summer.
So, it’s not that I don’t wanna do it. It’s just that something that seems simple to most ppl turns into a big huge complicated thing for me, because of my lack of eyesight and experience. I could potentially get around the other limitations, but the eyesight limitation is physical and something I can’t make go away just because it’s inconvenient.
August 16th, 2006 on 12:04 pm
And I’m taking care of absolutely everything I can for you. If I had my way, you’d be able to do this blindfolded.
I’ll make this trip as easy as I possibly can for you. There’s no reason to worry or panic, and if you need help with anything, I’m just a phone call away. You’ve got that phone card, and you know you can use it anytime you need to.
August 16th, 2006 on 10:18 pm
In the immortal words of Rick Blaine:
I’ve only been on an airplane twice in my life: once from Thunder Bay to Hamilton, and once back. I was afraid, and still am afraid of flying. But I think that the possible benefits you will gain far, far outweigh the risks and hassles that you would have to endure for a day.
And if Casablanca doesn’t move you, then maybe Magic School Bus will. In the immortal words of Ms. Frizzle: “Take chances, make mistakes, get messy!”