teddy_radiator | Pre-Con Panic? Check. Work Week From Hell Ending In Twelve Hours? Check. Act Together? Well... (Reply)

Sorry I've been such a lurker and have contributed nothing whatsoever lately. I'm having what's known as a good, old-fashioned, pre-travel panic attack. Picking up my ball gown today, and that's the last piece of the costume. Found the mask I bought, jeez, must've been nine months ago - it will look pretty dark good with my gown, I think.

I haven't flown in over five years, and that was an international flight. Now, I have to fret over the size of my luggage, which sits right at the limit Delta is willing to call normal. I don't even know what it's going to weigh; I've taken Droxy's advice and put my gorgeous cloak as carry-on; it's really heavy. The rest is, well, heavy enough. It galls me that you have to pay to check your bags; I think that's obscene.

Talk is still not quite there. The script is in decent shape; PP Presentation is all over the place. I need to get this packing thing sorted out this week; I can't seem to concentrate on my talk otherwise. For someone who started getting her act together almost a year ago, I'm woefully unprepared.

The MISTI schedule is amazing - so many different talks and events I want to attend, not to mention the crafts and goodies. And the sheer amount of people I'll finally get to meet - I have literally dreamed of those moments for months. That is going to be the true magic; seeing all these people in person. Hugging sempraseverus, who started me on the fanfiction road; shaking kellychambliss' hand, a writer I so admire. And, of course, squeeing with my awesome roomies, droxy, who brought me to LJ, and irishredlass, the best friend I've never met, sabrebabe, the Talented, and silverdoe, the Gorgeous. logospilgrim, who has shown me so many ways to believe in magic, and alabastard and Draco, who are the living embodiments of the point of my talk - Muses and soulmates. Not to mention countless others who have welcomed, inspired and befriended me. If I've left anyone out, please know it's because of lack of caffeine, not lack of regard. Just knowing I'll be meeting you is so thrilling to me.

And there is that part of me that's still in second grade, hoping that all the cool kids will like me.

I'm sorry that several folks' plans, and a couple in particular, got scuppered and they won't be attending. You will be missed, and I'm sad you won't get to come.

Work certainly hasn't helped. Every damn day we're dragging ourselves in after 6pm, so tired all I want to do is do my paperwork, eat and crawl into bed. Not exactly conducive to Con prep. I feel cheated. Sure, the money's needed, and I am grateful to have a job, but jeez, this is supposed to be a part time job - I'm logging in almost 45 hours this week.

I'll stop bitching - many would love to have my job, and I wouldn't want to go back to a regimented schedule ever again. I'm just feeling sorry for myself that my play time is being usurped. All in all, compared to many, it's not exactly something worthy of even mentioning.

So, this weekend: find a suitcase that isn't going to get me in trouble with Delta, get this talk done and dusted, and hang in there one more work week. After that, someone is taking over two stores, which will mean a considerable lightening of the load. Just in time to head out for con.

Hugs and kisses to all who need 'em. I've been creeping around the shadows, watching what you're all up to, and it looks fun. I hope to be back into the swing of things after Con - I will return exhausted, happy and broke - but recharged, and ready to get things done.