When I Grow Up

For various reasons, I know in my future I am not suitable enough to become a:

     -Customer service representative
     -High school guidance counselor
     -Anything in child care

Along with my crippling inability of being comfortable around people, especially the little ones, and low level of patience, I have also learned today that I am a terrible planner and can therefore add one more to the list. Travel Agent.
As wonderful as it is to have family coming to visit me (next Tuesday for anyone who hasn't heard from either of my sisters or grandparents in the last three months) planning their trip for ten days is a monstrous undertaking. From sleeping arrangments, to food planning, to advanced homework assignments, to spending literally over six hours today on my laptop attempting to find a train ride that just goes to Dachau in four stops or less c'mon Deutsche Bahn! Whew.

As seen in my last post, I have begun procrastinating all of these things. Why? Probably because I didn't realize next Tuesday meant in FOUR DAYS. But more likely because I need help back at home deciding what type of ice cream flavor is better that night. Winging it just goes better sometimes, but unfortunately here winging it just doesn't fly. (There's a great pun in there somewhere.) It's hard enough trying to figure out my own going-abouts in German and Germany without wondering what a group of people ages ranging from nearly eighty to twenty want to do whilst in the beer capital of the world. Huh. I think I may have just answered my own question...

While today was a wee bit stressful, I finally got it all figured out. Not saying it's going to work, but gal darn it, there is a haphazardly jumbled together idea of a plan on my laptop of the coming two weeks. Plus, I am just thrilled to see you guys soon. Start brushing up on your German.

Also, the biggest irony of my life would be if I actually ended up working in any of those areas listed above.