I’ve been feeling very plain lately. There hasn’t been things of interest happening. There’s nothing to feel about. I hate life when it’s like this. I’d rather be mad or miserable than be nothing at all. Either nothing has happened to me that deserves strong feeling or I’m just feeling apathetic. There was a man at work today who was checking in. He didn’t have a reservation or anything, so I had to walk him in. The computer system was frazzled when it came to card authorization and we had to manually authorize nearly every card-paying guest. Along with the computers, the phone system isn’t all that wonderful right now either. So it was taking a long time to go through the process. I supposed this man got annoyed or frustrated or something because he snapped at me and another person who was checking who said that it wasn’t our fault. Now I’m sure that man was tired and just wanted to rest, but he didn’t have to do all what he did. He left and didn’t come back, good for him. I didn’t feel anything about this. I was surprised, but that was all. I think the other receptionist I was working with was more upset about the incident that I was because she went on for about ten minutes about it. It didn’t bother me. And that’s not very characteristic of me. I’ve thought about it for a little while, and I think I’ve come to the conclusion that it’s sheer apathy. It’s like I’m just here and not really doing anything at all.