The past 72 hours have been some of the most insane hours of my life. Saying goodbye to so many people in such a short amount of time can be quite strenous. Not to mention the debacle of packing for X months and fitting it into overstuffed suitcases that you have to sit on before you can close them.
I said goodbye to my parents and went through security. I undressed myself. "Bag Check!" said the overweight and underqualified 40-year old groggy woman. Out comes a bald man to inspect my baggage.
I started working at kroger when I was 15 years old, my very first job. It provided me motivation from the ripe young age to work hard and do well in school so that I would never have to come back here. One of my very first managers was Mr. Nelson. He was really nice to me and my family (we all worked there) and one time he fixed our tire. What a sweet man.
8 years later I find myself face to face with my tire-changing manager, now inspecting my suitcase for contraband.
"Mr. Nelson!" I said!
He looked at me, quite offended and somewhat excited. He then reached for my boarding pass and remembered who I was.
I found it to be quite ironic that the day I leave for dubai I encounter my previous manager from my first job, from 8 years ago, as a TSA Head Deputy (Prefect). He was just as bald as he used to be.
Our trip started with a 6 hour delay in Chicago, as usual. Strange that for the past three months I have been so glad to stay away from that vaccuum of time, only to be reunited with my old foe as I leave the states. The excuse? "Too much fuel." I kid you not.
I then got into a tussle with another overweight man because I said the word "excuse me" because I had 25 minutes to travel across the world to get to my plane. The conflict ended with a rear naked choke followed by a triangle, just for geometry's sake. He was a S.A.N.
I am now sitting in the Amman (strikers) airport sitting next to my buddy Dusto. Some of these people smell really bad.
Thanks to all of you who visited, called, emailed, and messaged me before I left country. I appreciate all the kind words and notions.
I will be flying into Dubai, soon. Very soon. The only way I know that people read this is if you leave a comment. I enjoy comments very much.
I said goodbye to my parents and went through security. I undressed myself. "Bag Check!" said the overweight and underqualified 40-year old groggy woman. Out comes a bald man to inspect my baggage.
I started working at kroger when I was 15 years old, my very first job. It provided me motivation from the ripe young age to work hard and do well in school so that I would never have to come back here. One of my very first managers was Mr. Nelson. He was really nice to me and my family (we all worked there) and one time he fixed our tire. What a sweet man.
8 years later I find myself face to face with my tire-changing manager, now inspecting my suitcase for contraband.
"Mr. Nelson!" I said!
He looked at me, quite offended and somewhat excited. He then reached for my boarding pass and remembered who I was.
I found it to be quite ironic that the day I leave for dubai I encounter my previous manager from my first job, from 8 years ago, as a TSA Head Deputy (Prefect). He was just as bald as he used to be.
Our trip started with a 6 hour delay in Chicago, as usual. Strange that for the past three months I have been so glad to stay away from that vaccuum of time, only to be reunited with my old foe as I leave the states. The excuse? "Too much fuel." I kid you not.
I then got into a tussle with another overweight man because I said the word "excuse me" because I had 25 minutes to travel across the world to get to my plane. The conflict ended with a rear naked choke followed by a triangle, just for geometry's sake. He was a S.A.N.
I am now sitting in the Amman (strikers) airport sitting next to my buddy Dusto. Some of these people smell really bad.
Thanks to all of you who visited, called, emailed, and messaged me before I left country. I appreciate all the kind words and notions.
I will be flying into Dubai, soon. Very soon. The only way I know that people read this is if you leave a comment. I enjoy comments very much.
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MUZ IN DUB.. :)
Deputy HEad PREFECT Thank you.
Yea your trip there was quite insane though no doubt.
I hope they find your luggage! :) I miss you!!! :)
METZ!!!
it's great that u`r going to dubai...
Remember this: i'm going to visit u there!!!
LUIS
hey muuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuzi boy!
Ilove you wherever you are!
sending huge amounts of love
Petroula
lol travel is always fun...hope to hear more about dubai soon!
Wow...that's so crazy that your manager was checking your luggage. He was like damn I hated this nigga then and I hate him now. shiii he was tryin to sabotage u my son.
This was baab by the way jus using noweeds account.
yes, i saw that guy once too at the airport. i told mom about it, but she didn't remember who it was. i forgot his name too. hahaha. also, there is football being played in your absence.
i miss you muzamazing. :(
pardon my ignorance, but why on earth are you off to dubai? in future bloggings, consider perhaps including a few light remarks on the reason for this radical move, for the benefit of your more unimaginative readers. anyhow, best of luck in The City that Oil Built.
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