Epic Travel FAIL

My stomach sank as I listened to the voicemail my sister had left me during my 2.5-hour flight from Dallas to Pittsburgh:

"Hey Jess, I think you left your keys here."

Indeed, I had. Talk about a mood-killer! Realizing that I had to:
1. take a cab home and leave my car another day in the lot
2. take the bus back to the airport tomorrow to get my car
3. pay for the cab
4. pay for the extra day of parking
5. get my roommate to leave her key so I can make another spare (the fix-it guy has our spare) tomorrow
6. walk to the key place in the rain to get the key made tomorrow
7. pay for said key


= TOTAL BUMMER.

Could've been worse, I know. But it goes on!

In addition, I left my 16oz Nalgene on the plane. It's the second one I've lost in 2 years (although I think the other one is at Eric's parents' place in Kansas).

sigh.

I also got home today and found a nice thick packet of information from my new residency program. It's a bunch of paperwork. LOTS and LOTS of paperwork. The kind that makes you go back through your old boxes to find the name of the lender you used for your first college loan, the phone number of the leasing office of the first apartment you lived in, Line 34 of your 2004 W2, etc. I have to get fingerprinted and get a bunch of stuff notarized. Oi.

Which would be fine and dandy and almost kind of exciting, but the thing is : I have to do this all in order to get all my new-doctor stuff (authorizations, certifications, temporary licenses in DC, VA, and MD) in my current name. But then I'm getting married and changing my name. I have no idea how that's going to work. I have a headache just thinking about it. It's all very confusing and seems like the biggest hassle in the world.

I now understand why every resident I know who has gotten married since graduating medical school has not changed her name.

Le sigh.

I hope at the end of tomorrow I am much more optimistic about things. Stay tuned.