Women and Mink

So I was shift manager tonight and the hotel was pretty much dead. It's Thanksgiving week, what do you expect? I was standing out at the desk by myself when a woman came out for a smoke. Now I must warn you that I don't notice the cloths a woman wears on a regular basis. My attention rests mostly on the face, which gets me into more trouble than I can explain. Women like it when you compliment them which I fail at time and time again. So this lady looks at me as if I'm supposed to say something, and all my clever mind can come up with is

"Keeping warm ma'am?"

The way I see it, it's little clever phrazes like these that complete the image of someone in a service position. I should maybe consider taking on the name Jeeves or Nigel. Maybe that would help too.

But anyways, she looks at me and then looks down at her brown, glistening mink coat and says affirmingly.

"Yes."

I knew I was in for it. She sat down and told me that she'd been warm since she got to Nashville. She then began to convince me of this with a few mink related stories. She was evidently standing in line at a store and a woman was just looking at her coat. She explained this to me proudly.

"You know what I did? I asked her (as she slid her classes slightly off her nose) 'Are you warm? Because I am! I told her just like that too!"

I wasn't sure what to say. "Good for you?" "Way to be a complete @$$hole?" I just smiled instead, thinking to myself that it's little things like this that keep boring nights interesting.

Ahh but today, today. I hesitated when I woke up as I do most early mornings, but I felt to energized to just stay in bed. I went to all of my classes but Calc. I just couldn't bring myself to do it because she has been so cruel as being my only teacher who did not cancel classes tomorrow. I can't be home at a decent hour because she's teaching new material that is going to be on the test as soon as we get back. Mean.

But at work I was given two totally awesome chairs just because they didn't want them anymore, and tomorrow I get to go home to High Point. I'm glad about that. I get to see all my family and friends. Fun times! Peace and love.

Disorganized

I'm listening to Mozart's Requiem right now. I wish I could see it live. I can just feel the energy.

My room is also disorganized which means one thing...

So is my mind.

This morning was cold and grey and neither Matt nor I felt like going to class at all today, but we roughed it out and went anyways. I didn't even bother grooming myself before leaving, so I looked pretty grizzley, but I figure this is the last point in my life where that kind of appearance will be acceptible. In the long run, I would consider it good for anyone to, every once in a while, just completely not groom themselves. It teaches humility and shows you where your true confidences lie.

So not only did I not feel much like going to class, but I also didn't feel much like going to work. Of course, these are feelings, and my feelings rarely have so much power over me as to control me in such an irrational manner... That being said, I went. When I got there one of my bosses looked at me and said. "Hey, guess who's shifting tonight!" (shifting is a term we use to describe shift managing) ... I looked back and looked to the floor and sighed "...Me..."

"I had a feeling you wouldn't be too thrilled about it."
"Who was supposed to be shifting tonight?"
"Chris, but he called out."
"Oh..."

Basically what that means is that by no means possible may I be cut early, which in the depths of my desires is what I was hoping for. On top of that, I was informed that I'm only allowed to miss three of the six major holidays at work (each holiday is evidently grouped in two days). That means I must either come in for Thanksgiving, Christmas, or New Years. I told him flat out that me coming in on those days was out of the question. I don't think they're in any position to fire me for not coming in, being that they're already hurting for crew, but if they do I don't really mind. I'll just find another job.

But outside of work, Catherine, Natalie, Matt, and I have been planning out a road trip for the beginning of December. I'm pretty excited about it because I've honestly never gone on a road trip before, and the way I see it, they're the perfect group to do it with. Most girls get all dramatic about every little thing, but Catherine and Natalie are just along for the fun and excitement like one of the guys. I know I've said it before, but I'll say it again.

"That's refreshing."

But we fear that Andy and Kevin won't be able to come with us and play the concert in Matt's home town church. Matt was really looking forward to that as it was his idea, and I was sorta excited myself, but we've got time enough to figure something out.

Let's see... oh, my scroll button on my mouse is broken. I've got to see if I can disassemble it and work on it because it only scrolls down and I'm so engrained in the habit of scrolling up AND down. It gets me every time.

So now I go to bed. I've got a big day tomorrow and I'm not really all that concerned about... well... anything scholastic. Have a great day! Peace and love.