Word of the Day: woebegone Things Patrick has done in the past few days: * Started laughing at JD, which made me laugh, then he started laughing at me, and we all laughed for about five minutes. * Threw up on JD directly afterwards. * Took his first tumble off our bed [he's unbruised and still happy] * Rolled over from belly to back a couple of times. Four months on Thursday for Babeh! Two hundred and fourty months for my other babeh! I believe I failed to mention in previous entries that the restaurant is closed. Last week a water pipe in the kitchen exploded, and, if that wasn't enough, they also got a surprise inspection that same evening. Needless to say they didn't pass. So we're trying to get the pipes fixed, and when we do we still might not be able to open unless we pass inspection. Blah on that, is what I say. There's a new girl, Anitra. She's really nice, she's pretty good on the phones, ans today, her second day, she's got checkouts down. I suppose I'm satisfied with her for now. There's another new girl, Deborah? No 'h'? Debbie? Something like that. She starts tomorrow. David, who used to work at the hotel around this time last year [there was this whole huge thing when he quit but told everyone he was sick but he was sick for like three weeks and never called back or anything and I never saw him again], is starting again tomorrow. We'll see. In the past few days, there have been a couple of people who have mentioned that I should get a raise. Mr. Fain in 265, Michael [Adrian's brother], Dianne [Michael's girlfriend], me, though I don't know if I count. I keep looking at my paycheck when I get it to see if the $6.25 is something more, but I doubt I'll ever see that on a Holiday Inn paystub. I suppose it'd be worth it to mention that yesterday at work was the absolute worst day I've ever experienced there. It wasn't busy at the desk as far as checkouts were concerned, it's just that the phones were freakin stupid. Anitra was trying to help me out but she was making it worse by asking questions every time she answered the phone. I felt, at two-thirty, like crying my life out. I had this knot in my stomach that made me nauseous [which just kicked by butt], I wanted to punch CJ [my least favorite manager] in the face, I was so angry and fed up I didn't even add up my paperwork, a first for me. Today, however, was much more better. It's all a mess, but so wonderful.