Ain't it always the way...

Hmmmm.

This past week I've been in Boston training for my position with about 400-500 new staff and service leaders. We've had extensive 14 hour days training for various ahhhh-everything-goes-awry-what-do-you-as-the-leader-do? situations. While the national headquarters did not even designate a curfew or alcohol policy, my site did. Out of 18 sites, we are the ONLY one to have a curfew and a zero-tolerance alcohol policy.

Everyone that attended from Seattle was 22 or older.

Naturally, this infuriated me. Instead of absorbing the sessions, I spent lots of time thinking about why they made this decision, contacting people from other sites for their advice, and attempting to talk to my manager and director without breaking into very angry tears. They don't have the right to tell us when to be in the dorm -- we are adults. We take care of ourselves on a daily basis, and yet they don't trust us to act the same way while away from Seattle. This kind of situation deeply offends me, as I imagine it would anyone else my age.

Last night I decided to team up with a co-worker and write a letter to the staff detailing our dissent in much greater detail. I had already lost sleep over it, and I figured I would only lose more if the situation wasn't resolved and discussed. After sending it to the other people at Seattle who share similar positions as mine, and without sending it to the staff that made these rules, the curfew was suddenly lifted for the last night at Academy. You can just imagine my joy!

But I lost my backpack. My notes, jackets, and wallet are nowhere to be found. As such, I can't go out with all my other co-workers because I have no ID.

Coincidence? Forgetfulness? Just plain bad luck? I'm not sure what to think of it. All I know is that I'm still sober, tired, and have to board a plane tomorrow somehow without ID.

Hmmmm.