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May. 26th, 2014 09:30 pmI am home.
I am unexpectedly very tired. I may need to eat something.
I miss Wiscon. No great surprise, that. Caught one last interesting panel this morning and had lunch with an interesting Clarion student at the airport, and then it was all over bar the flying.
We landed in Vancouver and then attempted to Land in Vancouver, "landing" being the process by which one becomes a landed immigrant, or permanent resident. We went through the initial border conversation and got a strange scribble on the back of our customs forms, and then found out we had been beaten to the punch by about seventy other people looking for work permits and/or student visas. I couldn't clearly see the two (yes, only two) CIC officers handling the workload but I expect they looked pretty frazzled.
So instead we very politely asked several people if we could just go home and come back later and try again, and eventually we found someone who was willing to stamp our scrangely-scrawled customs forms and let us go home.
There is some amount of dried cat yuke that needs cleaning up but it can wait until after I have some food. Though probably not until after I sleep.
Tomorrow I return to working from home, in the hope that a few weeks away has helped somewhat with the frustration and lack of focus. We shall see.
I am unexpectedly very tired. I may need to eat something.
I miss Wiscon. No great surprise, that. Caught one last interesting panel this morning and had lunch with an interesting Clarion student at the airport, and then it was all over bar the flying.
We landed in Vancouver and then attempted to Land in Vancouver, "landing" being the process by which one becomes a landed immigrant, or permanent resident. We went through the initial border conversation and got a strange scribble on the back of our customs forms, and then found out we had been beaten to the punch by about seventy other people looking for work permits and/or student visas. I couldn't clearly see the two (yes, only two) CIC officers handling the workload but I expect they looked pretty frazzled.
So instead we very politely asked several people if we could just go home and come back later and try again, and eventually we found someone who was willing to stamp our scrangely-scrawled customs forms and let us go home.
There is some amount of dried cat yuke that needs cleaning up but it can wait until after I have some food. Though probably not until after I sleep.
Tomorrow I return to working from home, in the hope that a few weeks away has helped somewhat with the frustration and lack of focus. We shall see.