Sunday, September 27, 2009

Truly a Fan

As I am writing this, it is 2:30 AM in Kabul -- or 0230 hours if you are in the military -- and I am up watching the Chicago Bears game. I am in full Bears' regalia : jersey, hat, and boxers. It took me the first half of the game just to find a way to watch the game, but was finally able to tune in using a wonderful program called sopcast. (Quick pause for a shout out to my brother Frank. Thanks for the Slingbox; though it failed me this time I am sure it will not do so in the future.)

All I can say that life in Kabul, like football, is a game of inches. I slowly crawl my way through work, tackling the tasks that come my way. Some days I need to dig deep just to make it through, but like a battered and bruised running back I make it into the end zone. The only sad part of my day is that my number one cheerleader is 6000 miles away and 8 and half hours behind and all I have waiting for me in my hooch at the end of my day is nice bottle of Scotch and a pipe (and yes I am pretentious). But I am surviving.

Anyways, short post...the Bears are a point ahead of the Seahawks and my midnight beer is getting warm.

Go Bears

Monday, September 14, 2009

Hiding Out

I'm just popping in to reassure everyone that we're still alive. Nick's visit has been wonderful and weird and stressful and fantastic....and far too short. Just a few more days and then he gets back in the big tin that will take him away again. We've had wonderful visits with family and friends, eaten lots of good food, and enjoyed some much needed alone time. I'll be sure to post all about it after Nick heads back.

In other news.....The Powers That Be (henceforth referred to as TPTB) have decided that I am not a threat to national security after all. My clearance was approved on August 18; of course it took them two weeks to let us know!

We have no other information regarding my move to Kabul: no timelines, no information on next steps, no confirmation that the job they offered way back in April is still available. We've emailed HR four times in the two weeks since we were informed that my clearance had been approved, and have yet to receive any sort of response. I have a feeling that this is going to drag on for so long that by the time we have everything lined up for me to go, Nick's tour will be over.

At any rate, there's no need to worry that one day I'll be here and the next day I'll be on my way out of the country. The transition won't happen quite that quickly. Once I receive word from TPTB that everything is set for my departure, I'll give my 2 week's notice at the World Bank. Then I'll have to complete two weeks of mandatory government training (which I can't do until I leave the Bank, as I have very few leave days saved). So there will be at least a month of lag time --probably a little bit more -- between when TPTB clear me to go and when I actually get on the plane.

So no panicking -- you'll have lots of warning before it's time to plan my going away celebrations and bid me farewell.

Wednesday, September 2, 2009

Everything old is new again

Nick is home, and I wish I could say that it's just like old times. Except it isn't. I'll elaborate more when his visit is finished and I can write about it with some perspective.* For now I'll just say that I think that in the three months that he's been gone, we've both fallen out of some of the good habits we developed over 3 years of living together. Some naughty habits have reared their heads as well.

But good things, not-so-good things....in the end they don't matter. All that matters is he's here.

*Edit: No one panic. I'm fine, Nick's fine, we're fine. I'm just mulling over the differences between living with him and having him home for a short (but wonderful!) visit after a long absence.