Monday, August 18, 2014

In Which I Come Out On Top Of Having Been Fucked Over By Piney Point

So it turns out that they were just fucking with me. I never lost my ship and was shipping out the exact day I was supposed to. Thanks, Piney Point. Coming back for third phase is going to be the hardest thing I do all year.

I leave tonight at 2AM for Baltimore Airport, where I fly to Chicago at 2PM, and then to some hellhole in Michigan, where I go to the docks and wait until 2AM for the MV Sam Laud, a Bulk Cargo carrier, to pull in and let me on. I have my documents and money and no idea what is going to happen next but secure (-ish) in the conviction that the people at the airport, dock, and ship are professionals who know what they are doing and capable of helping people far stupider and more ignorant than I.

Time to pack, then will come time to sleep. To everything there is a season, and a time for every purpose under heaven.

1 comment:

  1. oh fuck you, Muskegon isn't a...yeah, it's a hellhole.