Visiting Emperor Nasi Goreng

I wonder if in all this madness I can find the time to pack.

I understand that it is still eleven weeks until BOOYEAH excuse me, I go, but with the way things are going I find myself wondering if my packing my suitcase is ever going to make it on the list.

Mainly I think that reason is because it is a very long list, so long is fact that I have misplaced the start of the list and I know the middle went of a strike when it became the start because I had lost the original start.

I actually had a nightmare the other night that I was actually already on my trip treaking over Europe and I had somehow managed to get over there and realise that I only had the clothes on my back and nothing else. I remember very vividly from the dream how paniced I had become but also I remember how strange I thought it was even in the dream that I had come to be all the way overseas and not have any luggage on me.

Which does remind me off the fact that I have lost my suitcase again. I swear the damn thing has gone walkabouts but this time I am not sure in which direction that it has gone so far away.

Thankfully my suitcase has not been successful in it’s attempts to woo my passport, so they have not run away with each other. It is safely in my first draw. However I think I may have to keep an eye on them, they have been getting along rather well.

In that matter I do have to find some things out, my tour has got a message board and no one seems to be on the same tour date as me, it’s rather depressing as I do want to know at least a little bit about the people I will be spending a month with.

Let’s get up and dance to a song it was a hit before your mother was born

I so badly want to go.

 It’s about eleven weeks to go and every morning waiting for the other managers as we make our way into work for another round of babysitting I see the qantas plane on it’s way to London, via Hong Kong.

Sad enough I know what flight it is because every morning I see it take off an I wish I was on it instead of being stuck inside, feeling like a usless manager of a store that I don’t even like, where seeing daylight is a privlige, not a right.

There are so many places to visit so many to see and it feels like being stuck in the airport constantly waiting for them to call you to board the plane. But it feels like it is never going to happen as the air hostess is still chattering away with her boyfriend, embrolled in their lastest drama.

 It seems espically diffucult when agrivation customers come up and demand a little bit of sanity for every item they buy.

Yes I would like a packet of chips, those plyers and that bit of common sense that tells you when to shut your mouth.

Retail sucks.