Waiting to go

So this is my first blog. I have no idea what I'm doing. And, please excuse the spelling and punctuation. I'm way better at math. Also, I use a L33T kind of computer typing that you guys probably dont' really know about. Anyways, I thought this would be a good way to document the trip.

OK, I remember how excited I was when my boss called me out of the blue and asked me "How would you like to go work in Australia?" What the hell happened to all that excitement. I think that was about 5 months ago.

I can't begin to describe the anxiety I've had over all the paper work and forms and medical exams and hold ups etc. I have had about 3 serious nervous breakdowns to get that crap taken care of. Now, I'm finally going. And I don't want to go.

This trip shouldn't be too bad because it will only be for 2 weeks. I can handle two weeks. Plus, I'm not even going to the rig. I'll be working in the office and staying in a nice little hotel appartment thing. (Oh, I'm staying at the Quest West End in downtown Perth if anyone's interested.) My first flight from Boise to L.A. wasn't too bad. It was only a little over 2 hrs. I didn't sleep at all. There was a talkative little girl behind me that was cute, but wouldn't shut up. Thanks for letting me use your noise canceling Bose headphones Mom.

(Crap, I'm down to 35% on my battery.)

So I'm getting ready for the longest plane ride of my life. I ordered a pizzza margarita from Wolfgang Puck's. I ate half and stuffed the other half in my backpack in case the airplane food sucks. I have no idea what to expect right now. I'm flying buisness class so that should be pretty good. I think I can plug my laptop and iPod in. Also, I'm sure there will be lots of moves. I'm not going to drink because it makes me sick on the plane. Instead, I'm going to dose myself with some Tylenol PM. Hopefully Australia customs are nice to me. I know Canada hated my guts.

So far, nothing hillarious to report. I haven't seen any famous people in LAX. I've been looking.

I'm so scared! Blah! I'm not scared about going, but this job might be way toooooo much responsibility for me. I'm going to try not to think about it until I get there. I've been having nightmares about it for 3 days.

(Down to 29% battery now)

I'm going to just publish this and I'll write more later. I'm scared of running out of batteries.

Love
Mitzi