flat lining on the Holidays
2003-12-16 at 8:49 p.m.

After frustration and tears and many months of a stiff neck (which I still have), my 'being on call' frustration may come to an end. Male Boss decided that since I am so miserable he will take call for me and they will figure out how I can still live in this shit hole trailer. IOW: pay rent. Oh well. I am much happier knowing I have two weeks left to answer the phone while dripping wet from the shower at 7am, or the 11pm "What rooms are available for next October?" I say Fuck you all. Male Boss will have to deal with it. We'll see if reservations go up, since they seem to tink it is all my fault that our bookings are low. But less than a month until my next vacation. Yippee!!!!

I am getting ready to give the boot to bald bartender. He just can't get his shit together and I feel like his mother. On the other side...Ryan has a job and is doing well. He has been especially affectionate whenever I see him. I DO know that we are friends and can never even explore the possibility of getting back together. Not even in the thought path.

Really looking forward to working over the Holidays. Usually I can send most of my staff home early and I make sure the gur=ests are hapy and I am outta there (yet with cell phone attached to my hip lest someone would want to try and make a reservation ON THE FRICKING HOLIDAY!) ::singing:: 2 more weeks, 2 more weeks.

I have decided to go back to Phoenix for my vaca. See my friend-boy John and his "I still don't have a job after 3 years" husband. Maybe get a new tattoo and then off to Tucson for lounging by the pool. Yes, folks...I CAN lounge by the pool and get sun in 60 degree weather. Anything beats the 20 degree Colorado crap the past 2 days.

Went skiing on Friday and realized I need to find a rich companion so I can be skiing in some extra special new skiis... Oh well, had fun and got some sun and hit the hot springs after. Reminder to self: there is no better place to live in the winter than my little town. Wolf Creek rocks, by the way.

I am done Christmas shopping and am mailing packages tomorrow or Thursday. My mother will return everything. My nieces will never acknowledge my gifts. My grandma will pe pissed I spent any money. And I will be pissed my mom sends a check instead of actually going out in search of the perfect gift for me. Oh, the Christmas rituals I love so....

At least I will not have to endure the Michigan rituals with them.

::Thanks God for expensive airfare and no Holiday time off::