. . . daylight at the end of the tunnel.
I guess we're finally going to Italy.
We have been planning for an AMC (military contract) flight on 20 APR. Unfortunately, the folks at the travel office didn't seem to have it as a priority. Our request for port call was issued more than two weeks ago. I planned to check out of my current command today, take our car to be shipped on Monday, and fly out Tuesday.
One catch. To do that, we needed a ticket. Without a ticket, we can't go, and since were now homeless (we sold it), we would be stuck in a hotel for whoknowshowmany days at our own expense.
At 0900 this morning, I made a call, and received a lot of "should be." The paperwork "should be" done this morning. Your coordinator "should be" receiving it this afternoon. You "should be" getting the tickets by the end of the day.
At 1500, I had enough "should be's." Since my coordinator wasn't answering my email or phone calls, I hopped in the car and drove to his building. It didn't help much, because the paperwork hadn't gotten to him yet.
Back to my office. Call the travel office.
Success!. I am promised tickets on Monday morning.
Wheels up 2345 on Tuesday, 20 APR.
Boots . . . er . . . sneakers on the ground Wednesday, 21 APR.
I believe we stop in Lajes (the Azores) on the way. Unfortunately, there will be no time to wander around.
Oh . . . and we closed on the house sale today. It was only on the market for three days, and we got a little more for it than we expected.
Now, where do we put that $1.5 million?
As if . . .
