Ugh

Still sick. Don't want to go to work. I think I can keep the germ shedding down to a minimum with the liberal application of Lysol, not to mention that Brad would be the next person to use the stuff anyway, but the thought of having to answer the phones over and over and shit makes me want to crawl under a rock and growl at life.

A hearty CONGRATULATIONS to my friend, yalenusveler for finally landing his first job related to his degree. He'll be working with autistic children, if I understand him correctly.

Yeah...

Tonight was the suck. I swear some force in the Universe is laughing cause I would never be called away from the front desk so often if I felt perky and bored. I even had to endure the ire of a woman due to not having 4 extra pillows and 4 blankets to give to her for the night. Whiskey Tango Foxtrot, ok? I know some hotels that will tell you 2 extras only, period. She may want to check out tomorrow. What the fuck ever. But it's been that kind of day. People who booked through expedia.com not getting ocean fronts, and various folks not getting enough towels, or washcloths, or what ever.

I'm so glad I'm not a picky person. My life is so much happier like that.