becoming too carefree...

i'm going to Marrakech on Friday. except i'm not. i'm actually leaving on Thursday. i'm not sure how this crucial information got past me, but somehow it did. at first, i thought S. was joking when she told me we were leaving on Thursday. i really did. but no, she was serious. and in the meantime, i'd asked for my days off, a replacement schedule was worked out, the works. and now i'm gonna have to go into work tomorrow and explain that i got my dates mixed-up. try to explain to your supervisor (everyone else is on holiday), that someone who's usually super-organised to the point of being anal about it made a mistake...

good thing i found out, though. otherwise i'd have got home Thursday to find several messages on my phone asking me why i wasn't at the airport, where i was, or worse yet, only shown up on Friday and wondering what had happened.