Have I mentioned I love my job?
Because as of right now, I do. 8D
Today was just...a good day, I guess. There were very few check-ins, and thus, very little to do. So, I was basically paid to stand around, look pretty, drink soda, and doodle. Mental note: bring pencil to work. Pen doesn't erase.
I think the only differences between hotel work and retail work is that hotel requires a little more patience and memory, and a better wardrobe. I need more white dress shirts. :| SO MUCH HATE FOR BUYING CLOTHES.
Life seems to be going quite well, actually. It's a pleasant surprise.
ALSO, coworkers are fucking crazy. In the cool way. Co-worker woman was singing 'Iris' this afternoon at full volume, and last weekend I got a wild golf cart ride from the manager, the cool maintenance guy, and the other new guy. It was, dare I say, quite radical, after I got over the 'omg boys can't be trusted alone' episode.
Because seriously, guys. One of them is the goddamn night manager, and has been for over four years, and the other guy is training to be a cop. I felt stupid for going, at first, but then I got mud all over my dress pants and froze my ass off and got a big bruise on my arm and it was AWESOME. We tore ASS all over the woods and parking lot.
Of course, noone was around to see us, it being like. Eleven o'clock at night.
All in all, very cool bunch of troublemakers. I think I'll pass on the next ride, though.
Yeahyeah. Work doodles.
"WHAT?"
Yes, his name is Fuk. Pronounced 'fyook', though noone really bothers, except in proper company. Not sure where I was going with that, but any excuse to swear is okay by me.
SHOOP DA WHOOP
Today was just...a good day, I guess. There were very few check-ins, and thus, very little to do. So, I was basically paid to stand around, look pretty, drink soda, and doodle. Mental note: bring pencil to work. Pen doesn't erase.
I think the only differences between hotel work and retail work is that hotel requires a little more patience and memory, and a better wardrobe. I need more white dress shirts. :| SO MUCH HATE FOR BUYING CLOTHES.
Life seems to be going quite well, actually. It's a pleasant surprise.
ALSO, coworkers are fucking crazy. In the cool way. Co-worker woman was singing 'Iris' this afternoon at full volume, and last weekend I got a wild golf cart ride from the manager, the cool maintenance guy, and the other new guy. It was, dare I say, quite radical, after I got over the 'omg boys can't be trusted alone' episode.
Because seriously, guys. One of them is the goddamn night manager, and has been for over four years, and the other guy is training to be a cop. I felt stupid for going, at first, but then I got mud all over my dress pants and froze my ass off and got a big bruise on my arm and it was AWESOME. We tore ASS all over the woods and parking lot.
Of course, noone was around to see us, it being like. Eleven o'clock at night.
All in all, very cool bunch of troublemakers. I think I'll pass on the next ride, though.
Yeahyeah. Work doodles.
"WHAT?"
Yes, his name is Fuk. Pronounced 'fyook', though noone really bothers, except in proper company. Not sure where I was going with that, but any excuse to swear is okay by me.
SHOOP DA WHOOP