So I have a job now. I'm working the front desk of a hotel, checking people in and out, making reservations, etc. Eventually I'll be doing half night shifts and half day shifts, but for now, it's all during the day while I get comfortable with the system.
Which isn't taking long - I'm still confused by the differences in the debit or credit process, but I've been able to handle most everything else. There's a lot of downtime on this job as well - you help people as they come in, so there's really no busy work. Yesterday, I think about six people checked in during the eight hours I was there. I'm thinking about starting a blog - Doodles from the Night Desk
The hotel is on hospital property (though not actually affiliated with the hospital), so we get a lot of guests who are there for surgery or treatment, or family members who want to stay nearby. The people working the desk know all the regulars, which is kinda neat.
Thursday was my day off and I used it to take Russ to Magic Springs for the first time. I don't think he'd ever been to a water park before, at least, not to my knowledge. Completely wore me and his mom out
Other than that, not a terribly eventful week.
Notes to Self
StyleOverSubstance will begin the next round when I get the PM renewed - I need the PM to schedule the submissions in advance.
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Daily Deviation Suggestion Drive
The Sweetest Deviant: Redux
unthey call me tide-breaker.
my name frequents
and they speak of me
between the sailors' maps.
I am salt and brine
the oncoming threat
of dark clouds that hang
their gallows above the ocean.
I'm the enigma,
flash of light
on the sea's cusp;
they only ever think
they see me,
but I am always there.
I've seen their
their weathered faces,
that lustful thirst
in the eyes of men surrounded by water.
it is only natural, I suppose,
for those bound in chains
to grow fond of the metallic clacking.
it becomes all they have.
and I, well,
I am only here
to watch and play my part.
their wives at home
will look seaward
but it is I
who will have someone to hold.
they say mermaids
drown unworthy sailors,
but they never acknowledge
that most men simply
throw themselves overboard
at the temptation of something beautiful.
On KyotoI fell in love in Kyoto city. It was a city beautiful even in the rain,
especially radiant in the sun; all temples, shrines, pagodas. I wandered
from neon arcades to wooden halls with one thousand and one
golden buddhas, to mountains and monkeys and back
again. There were handsome varnished wooden walkways,
winking red lanterns, enchanting golden pavilions and yet
I can only remember him. In a city of cultivated charm, of
practised refined beauty, I can only remember his face.
I fell in love in Kyoto with a boy who taught me magic tricks
at midnight, who held me like a promise, who’s blue eyes
glittered like his native seas and I swear his smile was
stellar. The bonsai twisted in the yards, the monks
hummed in the courtyards and we kissed in a
dark room. We could have been in France or
America or the Marianas Trench and it would
have been the same; two arrows flying,
two archers intertwining their bows,
two hearts caught in the middle of
(I have started to say Kyoto in lie
The Galaxies Are Gone From Your EyesAnd as I'm walking through
the graveyard of our relationship,
I pass headstones with names such as:
and "Trust" etched into them.
The flowers on the graves
are wilted and dying
due to lack of care
and I can't help but
compare their decay
to the decay of our love.
Wanted posters are nailed
to weeping willows that sag
as though they are also mourning.
"Wanted: Insecurity for the murder of Passion"
"Wanted: Distance for the murder of Intimacy"
"Wanted: Secrets for the murder of Honesty"
"Wanted: Lies for the murder of Trust"
"Reward for turning in these criminals: A Healthy Relationship"
But you and I are too weak
and too stubborn
to turn those criminals in
so we're left with blood-stained hands
and murder charges
hanging above our heads.
Bitlets 331After it rains, the earthworms come out.
Before it rains, the bookworms come out.