Part A—a math problem Lots of rain + living in the country = really bad internet connection Man, and it’s really frustrating to be connected at 9K. Nothing works right when it rains here. Part B—the West Houston Chinese Church The West Houston Chinese Church had a weekend retreat at the Holiday Inn this weekend. We’d been preparing for it for nearly two weeks. Mr. Rolland called an employee meeting last week—everyone who makes the hotel run in a single conference room. We were told to give them whatever they wanted if we possible could because this was huge for the hotel. Four-hundred and sixty something people with this group. Lots and lots of pressure to get things right, and me only working for a month. I only worked the actual conference yesterday, but yesterday was when people were finding problems with their rooms and when the plumbing decided to do it’s own thing. Two rooms actually flooded and we had to move the people in them to rooms we really didn’t have. It was absolutely manic, and I was only there for a calm eight hours. I felt bad for the three who had to check them all in Friday morning. I don’t think I’d ever done so badly as I did on Saturday. I think I handled the Chinese people fine, but everyone else wasn’t good. There were some people who called to make reservations for that day or the next and I had to turn them down. Sorry, no room at the Inn. I felt horrible. And then there were many miffed people because they couldn’t get their “regular” room. I’m like, “Look around you. Don’t you see the four-hundred and fifty Chinese people walking around? Yeah, that’s why you can’t have your stupid ‘regular’ room, which is, by the way, just like every other king non-smoking room in the freakin hotel. So just be happy you’re getting a room at the best hotel in the city, whiney-man.” Oh man, it was not fun at all. Although…I think we’re getting bonuses. Plusplusplus. Part C—‘Oh, I made you doubt me, you’re better off without me.’ It turns out that I did something really bad. I made my love feel as though I didn’t want to be around him. No matter the incident—God knows I’ll remember it all my life. Needless to say, I had no reason to get mad, but when he’s mad and not understanding what I’m saying to him, I get frustrated. And I’m an ass when I’m frustrated. It was horrible. I was positive he was ready to give up on us. And then I started crying. He hates it when I cry. I know that and I try not to, but there are just some times when I feel so bad about how I’ve acted I just can’t help it. There are just some times when you have to let a girl cry her eyes out. However, my love is very kind-hearted. I promised him I’d do more spontaneous, surprise-like things for him (because I seem to do very little of that). As soon as everything seemed fine, though, I’d do or say something to get him annoyed again. He’s very tender when he’s wounded and I know to be careful, but I can’t do things perfectly. This whole ordeal still isn’t fully solved, and it’s so frustrating because it seems like nothing I do is good enough or even right at all. Maybe that’s just me complaining, but that’s what it seems like to me. But I’m listening to lots of 3eb, which calms me down and clears my mind, and, of course, writing it out. I feel a little better.