Jengle Bills
For Christmas, my sister bought their house a Wii, which has taken a place besides the bent cards and yellowing boards of Trivial Pursuit in the Hall of Supported Family Pastimes. I spent a good part of last night being utterly savaged by a five year old while bowling, or while doling a much-needed uppercut to my sick mother. I can't move my right arm above my shoulder because of my fruitless flailing during the tennis section.
It was righteous.
Presently I'm spending another Christmas working the front desk, not that I might getting paid time and a half to sit here and read the entirety of the internet. Since my arrival at 3pm, I have seen:
A) Sarah the morning gal
B) Tou and The Crew, housekeepers
C) A polite elderly couple with santa hats on
D) One very bored-looking 20-something woman who told me a story about sledding into a tree wearing only a pair of snowpants.
That's it. To fill the hours, I called up a couple nearby hotels and tried to convince them to party-line call IHG Corporate and carol them; success was limited.
It was righteous.
Presently I'm spending another Christmas working the front desk, not that I might getting paid time and a half to sit here and read the entirety of the internet. Since my arrival at 3pm, I have seen:
A) Sarah the morning gal
B) Tou and The Crew, housekeepers
C) A polite elderly couple with santa hats on
D) One very bored-looking 20-something woman who told me a story about sledding into a tree wearing only a pair of snowpants.
That's it. To fill the hours, I called up a couple nearby hotels and tried to convince them to party-line call IHG Corporate and carol them; success was limited.