Today was a long day, and night as well. Even on the way back to San Jose I knew something would go wrong, and boy was I right. Pretty much every possible thing that could have happened did: 1) My phone died and I didn't have my charger so I couldn't call anyone 2) I couldn't find the shuttle driver who I was supposed to meet 3)I tried looking for the guy throughout the building 3 times and couldn't find him 4) While I was looking for the guy, he was looking for me, and we went past each other who-knows-how-many-times 5) I somehow missed the guy standing right in front of me while I was heading to get my bags 6) The guy was handicapped....and I still ended up making him walk around looking for me. So yeah, it's safe for you to say that he was pretty mad when he found me, and I was so sorry I don't think I could have bowed low enough. Even if I were to have dug into the building all the way to the core I wouldn't have been able to apologize enough for the trouble I put the guy through. At least in the end everything worked out, and we got over to the camp, and now I'm on my bed......my spring bed......which is incredibly uncomfortable...........why did I decide to do a year of service again?
If you knew all that would go wrong...Why didn't you look more carefully when you went to get your bags?
Well, I had no idea where the guy was, and once I got my bags, I was looking all over the place, and I do mean all over the place for him. I went outside and inside so many times I lost track, and I just couldn't find him. This is just another instance of how bad my observant abilities are. It's probably a good thing I sat down to get on the internet, because otherwise I don't think I would have had a way back. The guy had every right to be mad at me, and boy did I feel low when he did find me
