Aggressively Positive

It’s morning, my darlings. Wednesday morning, to be exact. Today’s the day I should have been leaving this place.

Not that I’m bitter or anything.

We should have more forward progress today, because (we think) Shawshank should receive the paperwork from the embassy. It would be awesome if it came early enough for him to make the 11AM pickup. If that miracle happens, then I’ll be set for Thursday. If not, the shit hits the fan, supposedly. We’re not sure what happens at that point, because our own agent doesn’t have all the answers either. Poor Shawshank has been dealing with a very aggressive paralegal. She emails daily to ask if he can control the Canadian postal service yet. Maybe not in those exact word, but it’s how it feels.

In a couple of hours, I’ll email our agent and ask what my departure options are. I’m just so tired of sitting in the house. If I’m going to sit for 12 hours out of the day, I’d rather it be in the driver’s seat.

My plans for today are pretty boring. I’m once again sitting in the house and doing fuck all. Let’s hope for some positive vibes from the universe, and a mailbox miracle.

I’m trying very hard to remain positive with everything. Everyone keeps asking where the paperwork is. IT’S IN THE MAIL. CANADA IS BIG. They want Shawshank to notify them ASAP about everything. He’s to email when he receives it, and again when it has been mailed out. Yesterday they added an additional step: send pictures of every page before he sends it off. I can’t help but feel like they’re on his ass because they think he’s somehow at fault for the delays.