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is it morning already?
if this entry ends up making any sense at all, i'll be shocked, SHOCKED i tell you. i'm going on about three and a half hours of sleep.
second shift -- well, it's an okay shift, i don't mind it really, but when you get home the last thing you feel like doing is sleeping, and no one else is awake. 'cept the puppy. whom i don't like. at all. (hear me, shen? he is nothing to me, NOTHING! don't like him can't stand him want nothing to do with him.)
but, he was a VERY good puppy when i was at work. :)
****
oh yeah, the work thing.
imagine my dismay upon discovering the schedule has been switched yet AGAIN....AND....(drumroll, please...) i'm now down to two days a week.
yes, you heard that correctly. two days a week. which hardly pays for the gas to get out there, especially with prices fast approaching four bucks a gallon. not to mention the medical benefits i am coming to believe will never be a reality. Miss S was not there when i came in, and she's the one that does the schedule. we will be chatting when i see her next.
Miss S told me i'd have one check in -- it was my first night on my own. however, she was mistaken (i'll be kind and not say she lied. draw your own conclusions.) there were fifteen, which is nothing. pfffft. on my head, hands tied behind my back and blindfolded, i can handle fifteen check-ins (and probably a lot of other things, but this is a family blog, heh!! omg, i crack myself up.) anyway, N was a little concerned, but after i showed her my Mad Check-In Skillz, she left, apparently satisfied.
it was quiet, but i was busy in a steady way. it was cool.
different people. a lot of military eye candy, not a bad perk. heh.
****
of course there's a Creepy Guy. with beet-red eyes, missing fingers, and a generally Pissed Off Attitude. and there's a Jock that continually flexes and hits the gym three times in one night, exiting the fitness room with the towel around his neck, sweat beading on his forehead, strutting to the cupboard to get some water...too funny. reminded me of a peacock spreading his feathers.
one gentleman checking in remembered me from last week, which i thought was sweet. ("The Firecracker! You just started, didn't you? How's it going?") we chatted for awhile, the subject got to grandchildren, and he didn't believe i was old enough to have one. i said i'm not, and i don't have one yet -- me baby girl is baking my Muffin right now. she won't be done until september. he found this strangely hilarious.
****
it's a lot more laid-back, and i like that. there are times when i actually miss people, and it was fun meeting new ones. i wasn't nervous at all, even when someone asked me something i didn't know. the system is exactly the same, with a few extras we didn't have at the other hotel, and although i'm doing laundry, vacuuming floors, and taking out trash, i liked being busy. N and i had a small talk about what i know, what i did, and what i want to do, and my philosophy about stress after fifty.
she said, you know, you could go far in this business. you have all it takes.
no, i don't, i said. i don't have the drive and i don't have the killer instinct. i COULD do it, of course i could, but i don't want to pay the price. it's not worth it to me. i've had to take jobs i loathe my whole life. now that it's just me, i want to do something i like, something i LOVE, because life is just too. damned. short.
she nodded. she said, my husband and i have had this talk recently (she's around my age. older, i think.) she said, i visit my mom every week, and have a house to run, and sometimes i think this is all too much. i sometimes think the money isn't worth it.
shrugging, i said, it depends on your perspective and what you want. me, i've been poor all my life. i can't remember one stretch of time where i wasn't stressed beyond belief how i was going to make it. but somehow, i always do, and being poor doesn't scare me. when you've been to Hell, nothing much does anymore.
what do you mean?
i used to be married.
she nodded.
****
nice lady. i like her.
****
although it's a beautiful day and i have errands to run, i'm going back to bed. i'm whipped. (get your mind out of the gutter, i'm not that kind of girl. heh!)
Check out TSB for the most legal fun you can have with your clothes on.
second shift -- well, it's an okay shift, i don't mind it really, but when you get home the last thing you feel like doing is sleeping, and no one else is awake. 'cept the puppy. whom i don't like. at all. (hear me, shen? he is nothing to me, NOTHING! don't like him can't stand him want nothing to do with him.)
but, he was a VERY good puppy when i was at work. :)
****
oh yeah, the work thing.
imagine my dismay upon discovering the schedule has been switched yet AGAIN....AND....(drumroll, please...) i'm now down to two days a week.
yes, you heard that correctly. two days a week. which hardly pays for the gas to get out there, especially with prices fast approaching four bucks a gallon. not to mention the medical benefits i am coming to believe will never be a reality. Miss S was not there when i came in, and she's the one that does the schedule. we will be chatting when i see her next.
Miss S told me i'd have one check in -- it was my first night on my own. however, she was mistaken (i'll be kind and not say she lied. draw your own conclusions.) there were fifteen, which is nothing. pfffft. on my head, hands tied behind my back and blindfolded, i can handle fifteen check-ins (and probably a lot of other things, but this is a family blog, heh!! omg, i crack myself up.) anyway, N was a little concerned, but after i showed her my Mad Check-In Skillz, she left, apparently satisfied.
it was quiet, but i was busy in a steady way. it was cool.
different people. a lot of military eye candy, not a bad perk. heh.
****
of course there's a Creepy Guy. with beet-red eyes, missing fingers, and a generally Pissed Off Attitude. and there's a Jock that continually flexes and hits the gym three times in one night, exiting the fitness room with the towel around his neck, sweat beading on his forehead, strutting to the cupboard to get some water...too funny. reminded me of a peacock spreading his feathers.
one gentleman checking in remembered me from last week, which i thought was sweet. ("The Firecracker! You just started, didn't you? How's it going?") we chatted for awhile, the subject got to grandchildren, and he didn't believe i was old enough to have one. i said i'm not, and i don't have one yet -- me baby girl is baking my Muffin right now. she won't be done until september. he found this strangely hilarious.
****
it's a lot more laid-back, and i like that. there are times when i actually miss people, and it was fun meeting new ones. i wasn't nervous at all, even when someone asked me something i didn't know. the system is exactly the same, with a few extras we didn't have at the other hotel, and although i'm doing laundry, vacuuming floors, and taking out trash, i liked being busy. N and i had a small talk about what i know, what i did, and what i want to do, and my philosophy about stress after fifty.
she said, you know, you could go far in this business. you have all it takes.
no, i don't, i said. i don't have the drive and i don't have the killer instinct. i COULD do it, of course i could, but i don't want to pay the price. it's not worth it to me. i've had to take jobs i loathe my whole life. now that it's just me, i want to do something i like, something i LOVE, because life is just too. damned. short.
she nodded. she said, my husband and i have had this talk recently (she's around my age. older, i think.) she said, i visit my mom every week, and have a house to run, and sometimes i think this is all too much. i sometimes think the money isn't worth it.
shrugging, i said, it depends on your perspective and what you want. me, i've been poor all my life. i can't remember one stretch of time where i wasn't stressed beyond belief how i was going to make it. but somehow, i always do, and being poor doesn't scare me. when you've been to Hell, nothing much does anymore.
what do you mean?
i used to be married.
she nodded.
****
nice lady. i like her.
****
although it's a beautiful day and i have errands to run, i'm going back to bed. i'm whipped. (get your mind out of the gutter, i'm not that kind of girl. heh!)
Check out TSB for the most legal fun you can have with your clothes on.
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