So I have been hesitant to write a post about my new job, but decided today that my life is kindof lame and if I don’t write about my job I literally have nothing to write.
So here it is…
4 sisters checked into the hotel for a night. The youngest was 82 and the oldest was 87 and they informed me the next morning at check out that they stayed up until 2am gambling and that they were already planning on coming back next month.
I decided right at that moment that my sisters and I would be these old ladies.
Yesterday I checked in someone with a trach. At first I felt over whelmed with all this emotion and wanted to tell them all the useless information I know about trach and I secretly just wanted to become his BFF. But then he checked into a smoking room and all of a sudden I went from sympathetic to angry, I wanted to lecture him (but of course I didn’t) hopefully he had some super good reason for being in a smoking room (like maybe he has some kind of phobia where he only can stay on the second floor).
I love people who get dressed up to go to the casino…. Old people are my favorite.
On my break today the table next to me had 5 maintenance men sitting at it, all the men had mustaches. I had no idea that having a mustache was a requirement for being a maintenance employee, but I guess I was wrong.
Conclusion: My job is boring and the only enjoyment I have is to have a healthy obsession with old people… I like to think everyone I interact with is a replica grandparent.