Friday!

Today is Friday! But it's really like...Monday, as far as my body is concerned. I had Wednesday and Thursday off, which means I spent two days in my house, wearing the same pair of pajamas, not showering, and watching back episodes of Food Network shows on my DVR. And sometimes, these Food Network programs would make me cry. Seriously. PMS. Except not.

And then when I'm not crying about pan-seared squab, I'm playing Final Fantasy, and talking about how "this game isn't as good as all of the other games," and yet continuing to play it and get frustrated.

How I ever got someone to even remotely like me is BEYOND my comprehension.

But he does, which is some kind of miracle. And he's coming on MONDAY! I am so excitedanxiousnervousimpatient. I hope to god he gets along with my family. Because if they do not like each other, it is going to be a very long 2 months.

Actually, I have a feeling that these two months are just going to fly by. I'm still working 40 hours a week while he is here, which SUCKS and is not my first choice, but it's the only way we'll have any amount of money to do anything. Then we'll be putting around Rochester so he can mee friends/family, and then doing a few days in Niagara Falls, and hopefully St. Bonaventure, not to mention rehearsing for the new quartet...

It's gonna be crazy up in here.

In extremely unrelated news, it appears that I only upload this blog from work. My home computer sucks a big one, and when I'm home I'm either crying about beef wellington or complaining about fictional, pixelated characters, so I clearly don't have time to blog. So instead of doing my actual job, I write meaningless things and post them on the internet.

Does this mean I'm being paid to blog?

It's already happening.

So, just as I predicted, I already sorta forgot about my blog. I am such a failure.

The only major events in my life are revolving around work these days, so as a result most of my "opinions" are work-related. Such as: "We should have a master list of corporate rates at the front desk for reservation purposes," or "We should really hire another front desk agent to make scheduling a little bit more flexible," or "People should stop being so bitchy all the time." But then most of these opinions don't really matter, because it's not in my power to hire someone else or to make someone smile by brute force. Also, they're boring. So you don't care.

It seems like every Sunday just ends up being ridiculous. I guess it's because a lot of people check out of hotels on Sunday morning, so they can have a day to travel and arrive back home in time for work on Monday. It makes sense. But it also makes my life difficult.

"Can I give you 13 cents in cash, put 18% of the bill on my Visa, 43% on my mom's Discover (oh ps, she's not here, but I wrote her credit card number on this napkin!) and give you the rest in Pokemon cards? My Blastoise alone should cover a pretty big portion of the bill."

Hotel lesson of the day: settle how you want things paid at check-in. What most people don't realize is that when you present a credit card at check-in, it authorizes overnight. So when you come with TWO different cards to check out, a credit card transaction has to first be voided, which makes my computer very upset and confused. And then a line forms behind you, and it becomes very hectic. So not only are you upsetting my poor, crying computer, but you are making life very inconvenient for everyone behind you. Or, if for some reason you change your mind while you are staying in the hotel, try to switch your payment method sometime before checkout time. And don't start speaking Spanish, I don't know what you're trying to say to me.

So my shift isn't even half over yet, and I already was prepared to call today a bad day and accept the fact that I would be miserable for the next 4.5 hours.

BUT! I then remembered. Today is a  very special day.

Happy "Fat Babies in Hats Day," everyone! To all of you having a bad day, this baby is going to do his damndest to make it better for you.

And I bet it's going to work like a charm.

Babies in Hats.

Working front desk at a hotel is a lot more stressful that it seems. It's one of those jobs where people complain a lot, talk down to you, and assume you are stupid. If anyone who reads this ever stays at a hotel, please don't assume the person at the desk is beneath you. We're actually very nice people, and we are more than willing to help you if you are nice.

That said, I already see myself slipping into bitch mode, and I said yesterday that I would NOT use this blog as a complaint outlet. So I decided something.

Since I am in a bad mood today, I need something to cheer myself up. And then I remembered that Carolyn Uhrich-Pike and I had a wonderful idea for a website, and everyone with us at the time agreed that it was brilliant. Fat Babies in Hats.

Seriously, think about it. Fat Babies in Hats would make EVERYONE happy. Would you not laugh if you saw a Fat Baby wearing some kind of sombrero? Or birthday hat? Or football helmet? ANY hat on a Fat Baby is automatically adorable.

So I am now officially making every Sunday "Fat Babies in Hats Day." Every Sunday, I will post a picture of a Fat Baby wearing a hat, which, if nothing else, will make me smile and help me get through my work day.

Here is my first installment. Enjoy it.

And even a tie as a bonus.

Jumping on the Blog Bandwagon

It seems like everyone has a blog these days. And it also seems like I have more and more friends starting their own blogs and then excitedly telling me "You should also have a blog!" I have thought about it a few times, since I find my own opinions to be so interesting and/or witty, but that doesn't necessarily mean anyone else thinks as highly of me as I do (even though you totally should).

I also think that part of the reason I have avoided the blogosphere is because my memory immediately reverts back to my Livejournal. Remember Livejournal? I certainly do. I seem to recall a very self-centered 16-year-old boy who posted every day, always complaining about something. And it was always the END OF THE WORLD at the time, and then it generally became irrelevant 5 minutes later.

I also have doubts that I'll even know HOW to blog properly. I am only 24 years old, but I feel like I know NOTHING about technology. I can use Facebook just fine, but that's about as modern as I get. My cell phone is from the 1930's and does not have internet, nor does it know what apps are. I made a Twitter account, but I only tweeted one time. And all it said was "How do I tweet?" So I am afraid that this blog is going to be a massive failure.

So why start a blog now? I have no idea. Maybe because I'm finally caving in to the pressure. Maybe because I might actually have interesting things to say this time. Maybe because I'm bored at work.

Either way, I guess I am now a blogger. Yay? We'll see.