Bored to tears
The hotel is dead. I have nothing to do. I finished my checklist by 4:30 and my book by 8. No one is online. I am resorting to typing away at this entry in the hopes that it will occupy me sufficiently for the next hour and a half. There is nothing I hate more than wasted time. Wasted, mindless, useless time.
My co-workers disgust me. The incompetence, laziness, hypocrisy and sheer idiocy is beyond description. Gah. I can't even write about it, I get so angry. Well, enough things have happened to occupy me and it's now nearly 10:30, half hour to go.
My New Years lived up to expectations. Easy to do, because they weren't all that high. I was so stressed from work that it took me a couple hours after I got home to relax and not be mad at my parents for making me stay home. But it was really nice to hang out with Jen, Colleen, and Jen's fiance Luke. The drunk dialing commenced after midnight and lasted for 3 hours. At one point I had 15 missed calls and 7 voicemails within 20 minutes. I'm not sure how many people realize this (and this applies to both guys and girls) but slurred speech, red eyes, vodka breath, and asinine comments are severely unattractive. It was amusing though, and I have blackmail to last me a lifetime.
They have some amazing whipped cream in the refrigorater here, so I think I am going to go grab a cup of coffee and smother it in high fructose corn syrup and whatever other crap they put in that stuff.
Wow. I really do a lot of complaining in these entries. My apologies to anyone who reads this thing. I figure it's better than ranting and raving my frustrations to everyone in person, this way, no one is being FORCED to listen.
My co-workers disgust me. The incompetence, laziness, hypocrisy and sheer idiocy is beyond description. Gah. I can't even write about it, I get so angry. Well, enough things have happened to occupy me and it's now nearly 10:30, half hour to go.
My New Years lived up to expectations. Easy to do, because they weren't all that high. I was so stressed from work that it took me a couple hours after I got home to relax and not be mad at my parents for making me stay home. But it was really nice to hang out with Jen, Colleen, and Jen's fiance Luke. The drunk dialing commenced after midnight and lasted for 3 hours. At one point I had 15 missed calls and 7 voicemails within 20 minutes. I'm not sure how many people realize this (and this applies to both guys and girls) but slurred speech, red eyes, vodka breath, and asinine comments are severely unattractive. It was amusing though, and I have blackmail to last me a lifetime.
They have some amazing whipped cream in the refrigorater here, so I think I am going to go grab a cup of coffee and smother it in high fructose corn syrup and whatever other crap they put in that stuff.
Wow. I really do a lot of complaining in these entries. My apologies to anyone who reads this thing. I figure it's better than ranting and raving my frustrations to everyone in person, this way, no one is being FORCED to listen.