My Job

Well, it's been two months. My only consolation is that no one has been actively waiting for this blog to happen. My life has definitely been happening though, and I thought of this today. So instead of doing something constructive like working on my novel or my FAGE entry, or completely frivolous like Castleville, I'm allowing myself 20 minutes to post a blog. So, let's see... quick, fast, and in a hurry...

I got a job at a hotel by the airport. I'm not telling you which one, not because I'm not proud to work there, but because I might inadvertently say something to make them not so proud of me. I'm the front desk person, that girl that smiles, checks you in, and gives you directions to the closest restaurant. I have to wear a suit and do my hair and makeup every day.

I'll let that sink in for a moment.

Yeah I do that stuff every day... I am, quite literally, in my pajamas all the rest of the time, but if you know me personally, you are confused. I don't blame you. The suit is a uniform though, so its not as though I have an extensive professional wardrobe, just two pairs of steel wool pants and a jacket I leave at work usually. I work nights (most of the time) and I absolutely love what I do. Okay, not so much what I actually do, but I love meeting people and chatting with them.

I meet a lot of older business people. My dad theorizes that some of them are actually very important in their world, I'm just not aware of it. That is... quite possible. We did have one "high profile" guest a little while ago, and while the buzz of it was exciting, the person himself was of no interest to me, and he really just created a lot more stress and discord than I'm used to.

My favorite thing is to meet the normal people (at least, I think so... I don't know people. The truth is, my favorite band could walk in and I wouldn't know it unless they started playing.) I like meeting old men with corny ass jokes and profound knowledge. I like telling people some story about somesuch and getting three in return. I like it when someone walks in tired and angry at the world (or their airline) and walks out with a smile. I genuinely enjoy these things. If I didn't have to be standing all night and wearing sandpaper to do it, I'd like it even better.

My 20 minutes are up, and all I did was talk about my job--which I now have to go get ready for. There will be more shortly... like in a few days as opposed to months, as there are many more interesting and creative things going for me than this. But I really can't put this off. I have 45 minutes to turn "just woke up after having taken a shower last night" into "Welcoming, brand-appropriate person you'd like to talk to".