Still waiting on those ultrasound results. Last time it took about three weeks to hear back, so I know it's a little soon to be expecting news. To be honest, I've had other things on my mind.
One of those things has been some upcoming travel. It seems that all my trips this spring and summer will not be for holidays, but that's all right; I like to travel. My next trip in particular is for work. They're bringing a random selection of people in my industry in North America down to California for some educational touring. No complaints there, right?
Thing is, most people in my industry are women. And they are generally infamous for being catty, party-crazy, and prone to drinking a lot when they have a good time. In addition, in order to keep costs down (as usually we don't pay for these trips ourselves) we can be expected to be put two women to a room. Now, I've heard a lot of roommate horror stories over the years from colleagues who have been on trips like this. Poor hygiene, thunderous snorers, and those who don't come home at all (so you have to keep your deadbolt off your door all night so they can get in when they want). And I would probably be horrifying to some, actually, because I like to keep the TV on quite late when I'm in an insecure place.
But beyond the natural human differences in sleep habits I might have to compromise on, there's also the worry of morning ablutions. Let's face it; most hotels have their sink on the outside of the washroom. I know what I have to do, of course, but I don't like to do it: I can shave by feel in the shower if I have to, but it's never as good of a shave as when I can watch my movements in the mirror. Just the agonizing question of "Which hotel will we be in, and where will the sink be?" is enough to give me a stomachache... never mind what stranger might witness me shaving my face.
However, I put my hands figuratively on my hips, and told myself quite resolutely that I was not going to give up a free trip because I was scared. I've waited five years for a perk like this, and I've backed away from plenty of other opportunities because of my extra fur. Not this time, Al, not this time.
So I RSVPed with my resounding "Heck yes I'm coming!" ...but I didn't stop worrying.
Then I got the itinerary, with this news: Everyone is getting their own room.
Practically unheard of! I cannot believe my fortune. But it shows that we shouldn't let fear of the unknown rule us. Not only will you likely not experience the worst case scenario, but sometimes you'll get the best case scenario to boot!
Next bridge to cross is the bathing suit, as there's a beach on the itinerary...