Well, it's about 1:30 in the morning now. I should be in bed trying to sleep or at least reading some manga to try to relax to fall asleep, but here I am instead.
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I suppose I should explain my subject line. It's a comfort food thing. When I was working at the mall and had a particularly nasty night, I would stop at a convenience store and buy a bottle of Welch's Grape Soda and a small bag of Cheetohs. Yes, that truly odd combination is one of my comfort foods! Monday night at work was beyond "particularly nasty" and approached "reprehensibly nasty." I stopped at HyVee and found a bag of Cheetohs. No grape soda was to be seen. *sigh*
Here's a small amount of what happened at work tonight. We've got a contract with one of the local trucking firms that their trainees and drivers get a good rate on rooms in the old north building. Well, all of the reservations were for non-smoking rooms and most of the guys wanted smoking rooms. I tried to move them to smoking rooms and it turned out that the keys just plain wouldn't work on the rooms, so I moved them back to the rooms they were originally assigned. Not a big deal. However, one of the truckers decided to hit the bar for a while and ended up a little confused. First he couldn't find his room in the main building. Ummm... hello?!?!?! His room was in the north building. He got to his room and was unable to figure out how to turn on the heat. I told him the thermostat was back by the bathroom and he was okay with that. Later he calls and complains about how cold it is in his room. I offer to move him and he declines. Ten minutes later he calls back and wants to be moved! The night auditor (my brother) goes over to check the room I picked for him and to help move him. He knocks on the door and the guy says, "You got the wrong room." So...I don't know what has happened with the guy since then, but I do know that if I had gone over to try to move him, I'd probably have punched him in the face.
Then there was the Mexican construction worker I mentioned at my 9:00 add on to yesterday's post.... I still don't know what he wanted. I don't speak Spanish and I won't even say "I don't speak Spanish" in Spanish, even though I know what it is!
So...needless to say, I have a headache, and I'm tired. I should really try to get to sleep soon.
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However, before I go, since it seems to be Peeps Week. Here you go....
The box of Peeps my brother & I are sending to our Mom. She loves the real things, but is diabetic and can't eat them anymore. I gotta wrap the box up in plastic wrap so it looks like the real ones.
Laters!
Dang. No grape soda!!!
