Sheesh. It’s crazy the things I do to get a weekend off. By the time it arrives I’ll be deadbeat tired, my 10 mile run will likely be a trot, and the time with my hubby of almost 23 years will likely be spent in bed. Sleeping!
By day 2 of my 8 day work week, I knew it was going to be difficult. Full hotel, crabby guests, long hours, little sleep. Day 3 should have been easier for me since it’s an admin day. Usually I get to sit in the back doing 8 hours of billing, answering emails, setting up reservations, preparing for future groups, etc. But another call off (ugh) led to me being up front with the guests, who were much happier thank goodness, but deep down I could only think of how much work I was behind on and wondering how the heck I was going to make it all up with a trainee the rest of the week.
To add fuel to the fire, I agreed weeks ago to make wedding shower cupcakes for a girl at work. She only wants 24, but asked for a mix of chocolate and vanilla. I’m scrambling to find a few hours to bake the cakes, and another few hours to ice them.
At this point, I want to bury my face in a pillow and scream, and then crawl to the back of my closet and hide.
Instead, I’ve chosen blogging therapy and now I feel good enough to bake a few cupcakes before heading into chaos at the hotel.
Thanks for listening. I owe you one. (Nickel that is.)