Word of the Day: advocate I'm exhausted from these past few days. I had to work Sunday through Tuesday at the desk [more on that later] and I'm not used to that anymore. I'm gotten used to my cushy desk job. I realized just how much I like it. Did I mention I got my watch? I got it a few days after I ordered it [even before they took the money out of my account]. I didn't like it when I first took it out of the box, but after a few days of getting used to it, I loooooove it. I'm so pleased with it, it's beautiful. And now about work. Once again, they're short-handed at the desk, and for some reason Monica had to put me working Sunday morning. That's fine, but I don't understand why. Whatever, though, it gets better. I felt myself getting sick on Saturday, all feverish and achy, but I knew I had to go to work. I felt worse when I woke up Sunday morning, but I though it'd be okay because I was scheduled with Jill and I'd go back to my desk and work a little bit on billing. When I got to work, Jill and Monica were fighting about something at the desk. This ended with Jill walking out the door. Apparently she had a rough night the evening before because of the wedding reception that was going on and people complaining about things and I really don't know what else. She told Monica that she couldn't work by herself when there was a function like that happening, that there needed to be someone else there. Granted, that would be ideal, two people at the desk at all times, but when there's only four people on the schedule, not including the manager, the girl training, and me, there's not that much leeway. I wanted to shake her and say, 'I was seven months pregnant working by myself with all sorts of complaints and crap going on. Why are you any more important?' But she walked out before I had a chance to even figure out what was really going on. So I was up at the desk all day feeling myself get weaker and weaker until I came home with a fever of 102-ish. I knew there was something wrong because I hadn't had breakfast or lunch and I wasn't a bit hungry at four o'clock in the afternoon. It's a good thing it wasn't busy. Nor was Monday or Tuesday. I had the day off today. I'm not looking forward to tomorrow because, from the look of the piles of paperwork on and around my desk, it's not going to be fun. They brought down this guy from the Fort Worth property named Mark to help get some money coming in. I guess he's supposed to focus on collecting while I continue mailing things out. He's really weird and he's the kind of person who has an answer for everything, even though he knows absolutely nothing about the accounts he's talking about. I don't mind when Simon's down because Simon's cool, he understands how I operate. But Mark and I, I think, are different kinds of people. Just so long as he stays at his desk and I stay at mine and he doesn't ask too many questions, I'll be able to tolorate. However, it doesn't matter presently for the simple reason that I'll be at the front desk most days until they hire more people, which Monica has thankfully been doing. At first I kind of thought that Mark was going to take over my job and that Simon was getting payables under control and they wouldn't need me anymore, and then I stopped and really thought. They'd be stupid to ever fire me. I'm one of the only honest, trustworthy people on the property. I'm obedient and will do pretty much anything anyone asks me to do. I do about five people's jobs for the pay of three-fourths of one of those jobs and I don't complain [to management]. Even if they weren't happy with me in accounting, I could be back at the desk or assistent guest service manager. Never manager, though. I'd be stupid to ever take that job if it were offered to me. I'm happy with my go nowhere job, just so long as they keep paying me. Because I know that one day, I'll be somewhere else, basking in joy and happiness, aka when JD gets a nice job and we move to a real city. It's still a long way off, but it's someday. Patrick got his first haircut on Saturday. I forgot to bring the camera, but I wouldn't have been able to take pictures anyway, I was holding Patrick and JD was getting his own hair cut. But he looks so much more better now. His hair was so long in the back that you could have easily put it in a ponytail. The girl who cut his hair was really good, quite patient when he was wiggling around, trying to see what was going on and what was buzzing behind his head. And speaking of Patrick, we've decided to have JD's sister, Laura, watch Patrick instead of him going to daycare. I know how much he like the daycare and his friends, but until JD gets a job and we get some money coming in, this will be best. It's going to save me close to $400 a month, which is awesome regardless if JD's working or no. I'm the one who pays what we need to pay except his credit card, so along with our tax money we should be all right for a long bit now. Any road, we start bringing Patrick to Laura on the 20th. He'll be fine, I'm pretty sure, with her and Evan and Ethan to play with. It'll be grand, I'm hoping. Four jobs I've had: Front desk clerk Accounts receivables clerk That's it, there's only been the two Four movies I can watch over and over: Shadowlands LOTR Napoleon Dynamite Monty Python and the Holy Grail Four places I've lived: New Iberia, Louisiana Evanston, Wyoming Silver City, New Mexico Edna, Texas Four places I've been on vacation: Calgary, Canada Rome, Italy Inishbofin, Ireland Randers, Denmark Four web-sites I visit daily: SitD weather.com Victoria Advocate Classifieds hotmail.com Four of my favorite foods: mashed potatoes raw celery pretty much anything with noodles buffalo chicken wings Four places I'd rather be: Italy Ireland In a large comfy bed with JD Narnia Four people I'm tagging: I think everyone I know's been tagged already. And my quiz from http://www.thecolorcode.com: Congratulations. You are WHITE. WHITES are motivated by PEACE. They seek independence and require kindness. They resist confrontation at all costs. To them, feeling good is more important than being good. They are typically quiet by nature, process things very deeply and objectively with great clarity. Of all the colors, WHITES are the best listeners. They respect people who are direct but recoil from perceived hostility or verbal battle. WHITES need their "alone time" and refuse to be controlled by others. WHITES want to do things their own way and in their own time. They ask little of others and resent others demanding much of them. WHITES are much stronger than people think, but are not often seen for their strength because they don't easily reveal their feelings. WHITES are even-tempered, diplomatic, and the voice of reason; but can also be indecisive, unexpressive, and silently stubborn. When others interact with you, as a WHITE you respond to them best if they are kind, accepting and supporting of your individuality, and if they look for non-verbal clues to understand your feelings.