Dear 107,

You came in talking on your cell phone and then wouldn't get off of it to talk to me (STRIKE ONE!) You looked pretty sketchy & you wouldn't get off of the phone talking about how staying at the motel is probably best. Not knowing the rest of your conversation, and based on experience, I'm guessing it's a domestic dispute. A domestic dispute that I do NOT want in my lobby all night. AND THEN- you proceeded to tell ME what the rate should be. Because you "stayed here a few weeks ago on a Friday at $55.00!" Even though, I've worked here in a year and we have NEVER given that rate on a weekend & only VERY rarely give it on a weeknight. BUT- you would know better than me right? (STRIKE TWO!) So yeah- I put on in the back. And HELL NO- I'm not giving you a discount.

AND THEN- you come back! "I'm not staying in the back. I have small children and I don't like the way it looks out there. You need to find me something in the hall!" (STRIKE THREE! I don't NEED to do shit for you.) How was I supposed to know that you had small children? (P.S. 13-yrs-old doesn't qualify as a small child- I was babysitting at that age.) You didn't bring ANY of them in w/ you & I didn't see ANY of them in the car. THEN- you make a big show out of having to lug the baby in the carrier back and forth to your car on your FIVE trips to get your stuff. Why didn't the 13-year-old help you? Or why couldn't the 13-year-old stay in the room and watch the baby while you got the stuff? She's obviously capable, seeing as you left her in the car both times watching the baby unattended? You get no sympathy points from me.

I can't wait to find a different job.

Later.
Sarah.

Dropping the Ball

I've been dropping the ball on this lonely little blog that only I read.

But hey- I've been dropping the ball on life, too. So, what can I do? I had a bad day Monday, so I kinda let the rest of the week roll along on that. Monday- I only worked 2 hours @ Media Relations because I lost my desk. As I'm not a full-time employee and only a mere intern, it was only a matter of time before a full-time employee got my 1/2 of a shared office. However, it upset me in ways that I'm sure aren't completly rational. Plus, the other workstations were already occupied by other interns who long ago in the semester set up their residency at them.

Then, I had a raging headache most of the day. No fun. However, my sweetie brought me a slice of pumpkin cheesecake (YUM!) and a slice of Godiva Chocolate cheesecake (...eh...ok.) to soothe things over. It really helped. I love him madly. Plus, I made Cajun Chicken Pasta (or...CCP for those in the know.) It's probably my favorite food.

Tuesday- it was my turn to have my story critiqued in class. Needless to say, I was a nervous WRECK all day long. I was so afraid of what my classmates would say to me. Especially since I'm falling towards the end of the line of critiques and my responses to other people's stories haven't always been so friendly. I even probably over-critiqued my best class/work friend's story. (Sorry 'bout that.) I get into critic mode & I just can't take my own medicine! However, it went okay. I had some pretty harsh stuff, but it wasn't anything I hadn't already thought of. And it did lead into a huge discussion of "The Gilmore Girls" & I've never actually sat through an entire episode of it. I always felt that the dialogue was just recited. It was like the actors weren't actually even listening to each other, they were just spitting out their lines. Plus, quite frankly- Alexis Bledel's forehead is frightening. And also, I'm not really buying a show where the mom is hotter than the daughter. I'm just putting it out there.

We had some extra chicken left over from the CCP, and we decided the previous night's CCP was SO delicious that we just HAD to have MORE! So- we drove to WalMart to buy some more alfredo sauce & penne noodles. While there, we were like, "What's better than chicken in pasta? Chicken AND shrimp, of course!" SO- we bought some of that & had a rather tasty CC&SP! And I still have leftovers of that in my fridge. Which I will eat probably tonight.

Wednesday-that being yesterday- was TERRIBLE! My hubby went out of town w/ some friends to a NerdCon. It's the first time we've slept apart since we've gotten married. :-( And we'd only slept apart a few nights before then while I was away at my bridal shower/bachelorette party and then the night before the wedding!! So, like, maybe 5 nights total in our 2 years together & now we're spending 4 nights in a row apart! I don't like it. So, last night, I was so freaked out all night that I was hearing things that I barely slept because I didn't have my hubby there to protect me. This morning, I realized that for the first time EVER, I left my keys in the lock on the door. Someone could've EASILY walked in, all the while my husband was not there to protect me. Thank God no one did walk in. But- it's still unnerving. I keep thinking, "What if someone got my keys & made a copy so they can come in later?" SCARY!

Plus, I have to do NewsWatch on Wednesdays, which I ALWAYS hate. Hate! Hate. Hate!! to do.

Today has been crazy. I had to interview someone at 10:30 and then film some stuff. Because of problems w/ the camera, I didn't get done til about 12. Then, I tried to quickly upload & edit my stuff before my class @ 1, but that didn't happen. So, I didn't make it to class! AGAIN! Seriously- what is WRONG w/ me?!?

And, since I have to be in the editing lab @ 8 in the morning, there's a very low possibility that I'll make it to class tomorrow, too. AND- I have to make up 2 hours of MedRel, too. ACK! Fridays are supposed to be my sleeping in day! GAG!

Later.
Sarah.

the plague

I pretty much have it. Yesterday, I woke up all congested. I literally think that I had not a single ounce of any type of liquid in my head. At all. Including the liquid that is supposed to surround my brain. I felt bad and skipped out on my Media Relations job and my NewsWatch. I'm sure I'll get in trouble for that, but I could barely function my cell phone, much less a camera- or my car.

Today, I woke up with no voice and sore and achy. Nose running, and other gross functions which I won't share, but made me say, "I should probably go to the Student Health Center." Needless to say- I'm on my 5th semester here & I've only gone there ONCE before. I have to be damn near dead to go to see a doctor.

Turns out, I have an inner ear infection in BOTH ears & a sinus infection. I got a shot in my butt. OUCH! That was a new feeling. And $90 worth of pills. Amoxicillan and Zyrtec. Hopefully, I will be feeling better by tomorrow. I don't do being sick very well.

I'm waiting for the other evening clerk to get out of class so she can relieve me from the misery of being nearly dead and working at the Super 8. I just pray she gets out of class early.

Later.
Sarah.

Get Your Own Damn Towels

Dear 156-
As per your request, I refuse to bring you any towels. I'm a young girl, up here at 8 p.m. all by my lonesome. It's dark outside. Perverted construction workers that sleep 4 men to a room without seeing their girls back home for months on end stay in our motel. Hell no I'm not walking around back to bring some freakin' towels! Man up and come get your own towels!
-Sarah

Dear 112-
I do realize that you are, indeed, an inspector and you are coming to inspect our motel in the morning. I do realize that I had to check you in. However, don't get pissy with me because I did NOT realize that your room was free. Do you have any idea how often people tell me that their room is free? And since you know so much about hotels/motels and the business- could you please explain to 156 why I can not leave the desk to bring them some freakin' towels?
-Sarah

Dear 107-
I'm still not entirely certain that the younger gentleman you bring with you every trip is a "co-worker" or an "employee."
-Sarah

Dear 136-
I will be so damned glad to see you leave. If I have to hear how many times you've had to have your keys remade ONE MORE TIME, I will just have to refuse to give you a new key until you learn to keep your keys out of the same pocket that you keep your cell phone in. It's like we told you- the rewritable strip on the back of the key will become demagnitized by your phone!
-Sarah

Not Psycho

This is the single BEST classified ad I've EVER seen:

NOW HIRING Shot Girls. Applicants must be drama-free and not psycho. Apply in person at Night Town Billiards any evening after 7:00 p.m.

A Porsche at the Super 8

...is part of the reason that I think we probably are the nicest people in town. There is a heart surgeon from Memphis that comes down about once a month or so to do some on-call work at the local hospital here in town & he has more money than I can imagine. He always gets a suite, just for him and his little bitty doggy, Samson, and (sometimes) his boyfriend. He parks his really nice Porsche right in front. Why is this odd? Because, literally- we are nowhere close to the hospital, we are not one of the nicest motels in town, and we don't even have the cheapest suites in town. So, I think he always stays here because we are nice people. ...just a thought.

I like random facts, so here are some more about me:

• Growing up, I didn't think it was really possible for men to REALLY love women. I thought women's feelings ran much deeper than men's. And sometimes, just sometimes, I still believe that. Even though, my husband has taught me to know better than that.
• I like shows about surgery. Especially plastics. (Nip/Tuck, Dr. 90210, etc...) I like nothing better than to watch people get all sliced up. And then, of course, put back together. Especially on Dr. 90210 because the blood is real.
• Most days, I'd rather just be poor and live under a bridge than go to work.
• I'm in my last year of college, and I've decided that I really hate my major and I don't want to do anything with it. Which is helpful, because unlike most of my peers, I haven't gone away to awesome internships over the summers- I've worked full-time in a job that pays my bills and won't let me off for a summer internship. Therefore, I have no idea what I want to be when I "grow up."
• I read blogs. A lot.
• I can't pinpoint a favorite band/artist/TV show/movie/song/food/drink. My favorites rotate a lot.
• I worry that I'm a bad wife. I don't usually cook. Or clean.
• I worry that I'm a bad friend, daughter, granddaughter, sister, niece, cousin, etc. as well. I don't stay in touch with people and I can't afford to go home for a visit very often.

Later.

Sarah.

I'll just say it...

I'm really tired of construction workers. Especially shady ones that have wives/girlfriends/fiancees that call up here 500 times a day & think that I have something going on with her skanky man because he's not answering his phone. What the hell? Gross.

I skipped class again today. I've really gotta stop doing that. But, I was dead tired and feeling gross. So, I cleaned the house & watched last night's "Grey's Anatomy" on my DVR. I cried like a baby at the end. Just saying.

I had McDonald's earlier today & I swear, I don't think I'll ever eat fast food again. I feel disgusting. I feel like a fat, bloated, fast food pig. Disgusting.

It looks like it's raining over at the soccer fields way across the road, yet- it doesn't in our parking lot.

I wanna go home. It's my brother's senior year & I've never gotten to see him play football. :-(

Later.
Sarah.