I almost made it to the end of November without blogging. Sheesh! Where has the time gone?
I thought the hotel was going to slow down once summer vacations and the Cardinals’ ball games had ended. And while it has somewhat slowed, we’ve been down a manager all month, so even more responsibilities have fallen on me. Totally cool with me, but it sucks for blogging. ‘Cause I’m tired. Ti – erd.
This week especially has been rough. It started with a bus group that came in and totally took advantage of our free bar and free drinks. We knew they were coming, but I guess we didn’t realize how hungry and thirsty they would be. We ran our butts off trying to keep up, but we failed miserably. I don’t like to be caught unprepared, so it was a tough night for me, physically and mentally.
The next night, my breakfast cook called to tell me she wouldn’t be able to come in the next morning. Something about lotsa vomiting and the runs. SO?! GET YOUR BUTT IN HERE AND COOK! was what ran through my head. Instead, I sympathetically told her to rest up and get better, while I texted every employee I could think of who knew how to cook.
On a Friday night, no one answered. Surprise.
So I left the hotel in the hands of the manager in training, and high-tailed it home to try and get some sleep before coming back in the morning.
I arrived back at 4:30am, and walked in the door with a few Grateful Dead concert goers just coming in from their night out. They looked much happier about being awake at that time of day than I did. Found out later that an hour earlier they had jumped our pool fence and were swimming naked in the pool. What can you do but laugh.
I got to work with the help of my early morning houseperson, making biscuits and gravy, sausages, scrambled eggs, breakfast potatoes and oatmeal for 200 of my closest friends. By the time we opened, more employees had arrived. I stayed in my cooking groove while they kept the line stocked and schmoozed all our guests.
Our once naked Grateful Dead guests showed up, dressed thankfully, just as we were closing, to devour what was left. I cleaned up the dishes and the kitchen, and collapsed in my desk chair just when I should have been arriving for the day. I tied up a few loose ends from my office, kicked a guest who was smoking pot out of the hotel, and then once again, left the place in the hands of our MIT.
I was tired.
My three day weekend couldn’t have come at a better time. You read that right. THREE days in a row. I’m not even gonna think about having to work over Thanksgiving. For now, I’m thankful I get to spend some lazy days with my hubby, I get to watch Mario kick some boys’ butts in her high school bowling match, and I get to go shopping for things I want, not just things I need.
Oh yeah. And I get to catch up on some bloggin’.