My family has been filming me every time I check the mail for future 'perfect' mission call video;'s sake so you can only imagine my panic when my dad and I went to check the mail this past Monday night and my camera wouldn't record... Now try to imagine the near heart attack I had when I saw a large white envelope with a red stamp crammed into our mailbox amidst all the other adds, bills, and whatnots that night. A double take soon revealed that that particular envelope was NOT my call, but an RBC package for my dad. (sigh)
Now imagine the excitement I felt when upon returning home we discovered a 'Package Pickup' notification for moi!
The next morning: I am at the postoffice; notification in hand. My brother and best friend accompany me with fully functioning recording devices prepared to capture my reaction of receiving what is sure to be my call.
After waiting exactly four weeks I feel confident that what is waiting for me inside holds the magical future 18 months of my life. It has to be here. I feel ready to burst with excitement. Walking to the front desk of the post office, I hand over my slip of paper. The lady takes it, opens a file drawer and draws out a large white envelope... :D
Taking into account the large red numbers marked sloppily across the front, as well as the absence of a small plastic window (I've watched enough mission call opening videos to know what the envelope's supposed to look like) my heart quickly turns from ready to burst... to sinking to the pit of my stomach in disapointment. It's NOT my call. AGAIN! Ugh.
It'll probably be here tomorrow...
