Non-ranty goodness... OK, maybe non-ranty mediocrity...
Valentine's Day has come and gone, and for the third big year I have managed to not strangle anyone before V-Day arrived. Oddly enough, I almost miss the five million calls a day about jacuzzi suites. On second thought, I don't miss that. I just miss the rage that accompanies those calls. Now that my murderous urges have abated I am once again forced to confront the sensless tedium that makes my brain try to cannibalize itself every day I work. The knowledge that I only have to endure it for four more months doesn't make it any easier to bear. When there was no end in sight I was able to maintain a numb complacency about my job that made it bearable. Now that there's a light at the end of the tunnel hope has once again flickered and is spurring me to action. Too bad most of those actions will either land me in jail or in bankruptcy court.
Valentine's Day went well. Since I had to work Saturday Mike and I went out to dinner Friday night, then spent the rest of the evening enjoying each other's company. This was supposed to be the extent of our V-Day festivities, since we are trying to save as much money as we can for the move in June. However when I got to work there was a beautiful flower arrangement waiting for me. Aside from pangs of guilt over sticking to the budget and not getting him anything, I loved them. Hotel guests by and large exhibited the enormous good will of those who know beyond the shadow of a doubt that they are getting laid that night and someone else has to wash the sheets afterward. Even the guests who had all their belongings misplaced by one of our housekeepers were in a good mood once we found their stuff... five hours after its absence was noticed.
I seem to be adjusting to the new glasses. I may have to reconsider thinking that my optometrist is a flaming moron for dropping it.
Sleep beckons. Maybe if I'm lucky something interesting will happen at work tomorrow, and not in a Chinese curse sort of way.
Valentine's Day went well. Since I had to work Saturday Mike and I went out to dinner Friday night, then spent the rest of the evening enjoying each other's company. This was supposed to be the extent of our V-Day festivities, since we are trying to save as much money as we can for the move in June. However when I got to work there was a beautiful flower arrangement waiting for me. Aside from pangs of guilt over sticking to the budget and not getting him anything, I loved them. Hotel guests by and large exhibited the enormous good will of those who know beyond the shadow of a doubt that they are getting laid that night and someone else has to wash the sheets afterward. Even the guests who had all their belongings misplaced by one of our housekeepers were in a good mood once we found their stuff... five hours after its absence was noticed.
I seem to be adjusting to the new glasses. I may have to reconsider thinking that my optometrist is a flaming moron for dropping it.
Sleep beckons. Maybe if I'm lucky something interesting will happen at work tomorrow, and not in a Chinese curse sort of way.