Exotic. Deeply rooted. Tempermental.

(*Orchid–by me)
 

Ahhhh, can you hear that? It’s the sound of absolute solitude. It is so rare that I have the whole house to myself and it’s absolutely beautiful. I love and cherish my mother with all my heart, but I need a break from her. So for the next two nights when I return home from work, she will have left for work! I am definitely feeling too old to be living with Mom, but it just makes financial sense as long as I am still attending college. I long for the day though, when I have my own place. She never stifles my freedom, and I respect her by letting her know when I will be around or not be around so she doesn’t worry, but there is no privacy. I worry what she will do without me when I finally do spread my wings and fly the coop though. I have raised myself and her for as long as I can remember. I know I will do just fine, but her? Yeah…not so much. She has zero motivation. We have never had a parent/child relationship, I think we have just been too dependent on each-other as friends. As much as I love my mother, I do not want to turn into her…to have her habits and traits. Not to mention she just turned 50 and I am certain she is going senile. I don’t claim to have more smarts or wisdom than her, as she has lived longer than I have and experienced more, but sometimes I see childish ways of thinking and I get worried. =/ Maybe it’s just laziness. I guess that’s more likely.

Either way, the break from her, even if for just two nights is pretty relaxing. I can play my music a little louder, I can download my tv shows and she won’t complain I am causing the internet to be slow, and I can run around the house naked. Not that I do, but if I wanted too….I could. =)

Work was a long and boring day. I am so used to the evening shifts where I remain busy checking people in or if it’s slow and management has gone home and I can just read or talk to a fellow hotel friend across the street. During the day though there’s like 20 Indian Cheifs running around and paying attention to what I am doing..or not…doing. So to busy myself today I decided to go through all our 1 million Tax Exempt letters on file and throw away duplicates and then proceed to put them all in alphabetical order. I only got as far as “G” today, that’s how many there are. What’s sad is I cannot count on all the other employees to pay attention to the new order, so it will probably be a never ending job. In the process of doing all this paperwork, do you know what I learned? That I absolutely hate menial work. It is so brainless and non-challenging. I know if I were a secretary of some sort I would do my job 120% because that’s just how I am, but I would hate it the whole time. Answering phones and typing in computers all day? Refilling paper work, organizing the office? (Well, ok I like reorganizing because I am a little OCD and like things to be in logical places, so I feel good when I accomplish that) Not me….At least when I am dealing with customers there is a change in interaction. Bad or good. I must say it’s better than working at the dump, or the “recieving” end of a water treatment facility. I think that place is definitley on a need to know basis with just it’s employees. I can’t get that horrible smell or image out of my mind. Thank you 10th’ grade science professor! I look forward to my law degree and doing something more…hands on and intricate.

This one customer made me laugh though (only after he walked away of course.) We have banquet rooms at our property, and his company was having some kind of meeting there with all kind’s of corporate heads from around the country (some even outside of the country) and he had stayed at the hotel the night before. He came down this morning and asked if he could have a later check out, as the meeting was due to end around lunch time and he’d like to go back to the room and change out of his suit into more comfortable travel clothes. “No problem Mr. X. I’ll let housekeeping know you’ll be down to check out in several more hours.” And off he went in his expensive executive suite. Actually, I assume it was expensive. To be honest I pay zero attention to designer names and couldn’t tell you what is Armani and what is Gap. Either way, he comes down around 12:30 to check out and he’s in this long sleeved red long-john sweater and baggy brown sweat pants. While I am checking him out (of the computer that is 😛 ) he asks me if I am the same girl who works at the other hotel down the street (both owned by the same company) and I confirm his inquiry. “Unfortunately sir, I see so many customers that unless you’re pretty regular it isn’t easy to remember names or faces all the time.” And then he said: “Oh well, it was a couple of years ago…” (Whaaat? He remembers me from TWO years ago? At an entirely different property? ) “…but I remember the friendly service…and the smile.” (Oh come on! Haha what a line!) jokingly, “Well Mr. X. They pay me good money to be this friendly and have this smile. (haha) I am flattered at your memory though!

First off, when a guy hits on a girl desk clerk he’s only thinking one thing. I find it hard to believe he’s looking for a meaningful relationship with a girl who rents BEDS for a living. If only you could see my eyes rolling…

(**Mysty–by me!)

It was flattering though, and nice (and a bit weird) that he remembered me from two years ago. Especially since he indicated he hadn’t seen me around since that time. Right after him I had a customer who decided that he wanted to check out late tonight (when it was so obviously this morning) and not pay for another night. Apparently he thought he could bully me into giving him what he wanted. If he realized how much I hate men right now he would have re-thought his tactic. Ha ha. Apparently he never got the memo th

at you get farther with honey…Whatever. My hotel policy and I won, and he got to hang up on me. Not that I take to bullying any other time, the harder they try the more stone-like I become. Last week I had a guy rip up a check and throw it in my face when I said I couldn’t accept it because his credit card (which we authorize in case the check bounces) declined. Sigh. Why do these people think they can treat other people like that? It’s not like I make the rules. I work for someone else who does. They pay me to enforce them. It’s not like the sign outside says, “Hanna’s Inn”…although it should, sounds a little burlesque doesn’t it? Hehe.

So I am super excited the iPhone has finally come to Verizon. My Black Berry Storm has crashed four times during it’s 2 year contract and (while I loved my curve) I am just ready for something new and shiny. I am do for an upgrade in April/May but I was momentarily urged to buy the new iPhone (which has been released to VZW customers only today) at a discounted price of $299.99. Then I realized that….I should not blow that money on an electronic just because. I should just be patient and wait for my automatic upgrade and not try to self medicate myself by buying pretty things. (I’m kind of a gadget whore?) I should be practical and wait until it has come down in price a bit and let them work out the kinks with Apple that are bound to arise. I keep going to the website to look though. =/ I can make it a birthday present to myself! Hmm or maybe a Valentine’s Day present? See now I am not sure…I would love to have it. =p My savings account would not return the affection however…alas!