You know, it’s incredible how we’ve come to rely on machines. For the next week, we’ll be without our laptops; they both belong to our respective employers. Which means I will most likely not be able to post to my blog, check my mail (although I can access gmail via my cellphone* – neat, huh?), make payments or check bank balances, in short, we’re iScrewed.
Hopefully, very shortly after we land I’ll be setting myself up with a new machine and, very shortly thereafter our container will get through customs, the PC will be unloaded and all will be back to normal. Always assuming we’ve found a place to stay. But before then, here’s the rest of the list of most of the things we’re currently panicking about…
See, it’s not ‘just like moving to another city’. If anyone ever tells you that, hit them. Repeatedly. With as blunt an instrument as you can find.
*PS I only have the cellphone until the 7th or so. Then I have to pay in my murderous pound of flesh for Vodacom to free me of my obligation, only to have to find a replacement pact with the telecommunications devil on the other side.
Well, folks, that’s all as they say in the classics. There’s an outside chance I’ll be able to regale you with one last round of bull before we bound off outback-wards. But it’s an outside chance at best. I’m trying very hard to put my portfolio and references together before Friday, and it’s not working out as I’d planned.
Wish me, wish us, luck.
*The more perceptive of you may have noticed the asterisk. Obviously, no cellphone, no gmail. K. Bye.
Hopefully, very shortly after we land I’ll be setting myself up with a new machine and, very shortly thereafter our container will get through customs, the PC will be unloaded and all will be back to normal. Always assuming we’ve found a place to stay. But before then, here’s the rest of the list of most of the things we’re currently panicking about…
- Cancelling the cellphone contracts
- Cancelling the PO Box
- Ordering foreign currency, traveller’s cheques
- Getting medical records
- Selling cars
- Cancelling life insurance policies
- Making sure all debit orders are cancelled
- Farewell gifts
See, it’s not ‘just like moving to another city’. If anyone ever tells you that, hit them. Repeatedly. With as blunt an instrument as you can find.
*PS I only have the cellphone until the 7th or so. Then I have to pay in my murderous pound of flesh for Vodacom to free me of my obligation, only to have to find a replacement pact with the telecommunications devil on the other side.
Well, folks, that’s all as they say in the classics. There’s an outside chance I’ll be able to regale you with one last round of bull before we bound off outback-wards. But it’s an outside chance at best. I’m trying very hard to put my portfolio and references together before Friday, and it’s not working out as I’d planned.
Wish me, wish us, luck.
*The more perceptive of you may have noticed the asterisk. Obviously, no cellphone, no gmail. K. Bye.
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