The new job is stupid

I am entirely convinced the reason I am at this new place is to meet a few key people. One is the girl who didn't leave (my ... doesn't THAT sound ominous?), a guest who needed a friendly listening to and some employees who needed my foot SHOVED UP THEIR ASSES.

What with my spectacular office in the breakroom and the no open-toed shoes policy (how many pairs of lesbian shoes can one woman own, I ask you?!?), the clientele are, erm ... questionable and a solid 94% of the staff committed to doing nothing but partying, then coming to work to talk about how great it was to be completely anhilated and driving home at 2:30 in the morning before coming to work at 7:00am. (Manager or two included.) I'm appalled. Was it like this at the old hotel 9 years ago? Was I young enough to think it was normal? Blech!!

I really, really miss my former co-workers and people I got to see regularly at the old job. I do not, however, miss the pay or the job itself.

A HUGE happy birthday to my best friend, Kyla. She's the whopping 31 this year. Of us, she's the one with the greatest majority of her poop in a group. I want to be just like her when I grow up.

Happy birthday, Kyla: I love you.