Yvi

OH HAI.

So. I've moved out and I just used a large chunk of my Target gift card to pick up sunblock, bug repellent, a cool hat, a long white skirt, a long black scarf (word on the street is you can get pure water in mosques, though I'd wanted to visit one even before I heard that intriguing little tidbit and will most likely just be paranoid and buy everything in bottles anyway), and hand sanitizer.

I really don't want to get malaria or something.

I've unpacked partway, and made a big dent in the organizing-my-room terror. Yes, I get to unpack from moving out only to repack for Egypt! It's amazingly annoying, which is why I'm puttering around online instead.

Then I need to make sure everything's cool with work, so I have a bunch of nitty-gritty details I need to get down in memo form so it doesn't seem like I'm leaving the new staff members up a creek without a paddle. And I have two phone interviews on Tuesday, my last day (yes, and my flight is Wednesday; I like to be busy), not counting this one place that wants to meet me in person...only, they're in New Jersey. And all these people called me on the same day while I was spectacularly busy. Those bitches, showing an interest in my resume...

After-Egypt still seems a little nebulous, and the when-I-get-back options deserve a post of their own. I'm more worried, right now, about just making it there safely.