So, I had my first (and hopefully only) meltdown last night. I went to drop off my bike at the Hollywood Presbyterian Church after work only to discover it was scheduled for the night before and that day until noon. The logistics of getting my bike to SFO pushed me over the edge, along with exhaustion, sickness and stress that have been looming all week. I cried. I mean....I cried like I have not cried for a long time. I think the tears just needed to come out so I could move on. Unfortunately, they mostly came out at my Bishop who was trying to give me a blessing inbetween sobs, and at Shannon who was frantically looking up alternative shipping options while I wallowed in self-pity.
After eliminating the options of shipping it via FedEx ($700+ for overnight) and buying a box and taking it on the plane ($150+ logistical nightmare), I decided to 1. call McCollister's in the morning and BEG them to take my bike, or 2. call a friend and make them drive up with me to SFO and then bring my car back here.
One restless night later, I woke up much more optimistic. It is amazing the perspective that comes with a little sleep. Long story short...I called McCollister's and ended up driving out past Ontario to drop off my bike. Trust me, I am not complaining. I didn't have to spend any more money on it and the bike will be there on orientation day with everyone elses, so I am all set. Whew! Let's hope that is the only hiccup this trip.
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