Word of the Day: ensconce Ah, time indeed does move quickly. Baby's already five months old, and our marriage ceremony is settled on 4 November. On Thursday, my entire life will change [again] along with my last name. Ashley Sisson. That looks really really weird, it looks more even than I'm used to. I've actually never seen those two names connected together before. I feel that I'm doing the right thing, though, for all parties involved. Thursday, Thursday, Thursday... ________________________________ So today my mission is to go out and find a maternity bra for myself. It seems like my breasts have doubled in size since I've been pregnant. I mean, I don't think they have really doubled, but man, they're freakin huge. It's sad, though, because I liked my small, 34B breasts. We measured myself yesterday [I needed help], and we came out first with 38D. I was all like, 'I can't be a 38 because I can still clasp my regular bras. Do it again.' So we did it again and figured it was 34C, which is more plausable to me. I can still fit into my regular bras, it's just that I'm spilling out of the cups, so it makes sense for the band size to be the same but the cup size be bigger. I don't know, I need to get someone at the store to help me out. Oh, yeah, and I do look hot in my mommy clothes. So sayeth JD. So I left my cell phone at work last night. I also left my leftovers from dinner at work, which I just remembered. I had to work with Ryan, the newest new person, both Saturday and Sunday nights, and he just grates on my nerves. I can't take much more of that by myself. He's been working for, what, it has to be around a month now, and he still doesn't know what he's doing. And he doesn't listen to me when I talk to him. When he's talking to someone on the phone and has a question for me or something, he just holds the phone away from him and says, 'Hey, inset stupid question here.' I'm like, 'Ryan, you've got to put people on hold if you're going to ask me a question. They can still hear you if you just hold the phone away from you.' So now he does it every once in a while, but most of the time he just holds the phone away from him. He still doesn't know how to check in UP. I'm like, 'It's the freakin same for every single one of them, the same exact thing.' There's only a few things you need to do, some of which you do anyway with all walk-ins--room type, market six segment UPR, Priority Club if they have it, make sure the rate's $33.00, settle code three, UNPAC, room and tax only, copy CLC card, keys, bye. Bam. Simple as pie when you do it all the time. And you have to do it all the time, every time you work, at least once, no matter what shift you're working. And there's always two in a crew, usually three, so there's ample time to practice. I mean, really, I think JD could check in a UP guy just from standing around the front desk and listening to me and watching me do it. JD knows where we keep all the keys and the toothpaste/toobrushes/shampoo/etc., and they're in different drawers on opposite sides of the desk. He doesn't know how to do a roll out, he doesn't know how to take/drop money, he doesn't know how to run the desk if he were to be the main and someone else was his support. It's horrible. After a month he should know all of that. I went in Saturday at three and Velma [my boss] was there working for David because David was 'on his way' since about nine that morning [the whole David thing is another story indeed], and Velma told me, 'Since it's going to be slow, I'd make Ryan do all the work.' I said back, 'I brought me a book.' She was all like, 'Read away.' Score, man--sanctioned by the boss to not work and still get paid. Ryan take a freakin thousand cigarette breaks during the eight hours he works, and every time he's all like, 'Hey [he never says 'Hey, Ashley,' but always just 'Hey...'], I'll be in the back smoking half a cigarette. Get me if it gets busy.' I just want to tell him, 'Ryan, I think it would be best if you went to smoke every time it got busy because all you do is get in my way and hinder me.' He was complaining about not sleeping well, not having eaten anything, his ankle hurting, an ingrown toenail, etc., and I just looked at him with my What to Expect When You're Expecting. Moron. Well, that made me feel a little better. I guess all that made Ryan sound really stupid, and if it did then that was my goal. I try to report accurately. So anway, the whole point of that was that I was so frustrated after the whole two days, I forgot my phone at work. Although Velma did tell me on Saturday that she thinks this is Ryan's last week. I was all like, 'Good, it's a freakin week too long if you ask me.' Any road, there's something else that's been bothering me. Not really bothering me, but it's just...weird, I guess. I don't know. It's the whole Aaron/Dawn thing. I know it's none of my business, but, I mean, it's just really pathetic. The simple fact is that Aaron's too obsessive and controlling for Dawn and Dawn's too free and wanton for Aaron. I think by now they're both getting over it, I hope. Seeing it from the outside, and knowing Aaron like I do, I could see that they weren't good for each other, their personalities seemed like oil and water to me. Whatever, I'm over it. It bothered me, but now I'm over it. That was easy. I feel bad because JD's sick and there's not anything I can really do about it. It's sinus drainage, not an infection [thank goodness], but he's coughing all the time and sneezing. I'm like, 'Man, this must have been how my mother felt when I was going through this crap all the time.' But he can't sleep well and he just looks bad, and I can't do anything to fix it. I hope he gets more better soon. Okay, now I have to go buy a bra.