It's What I Do

I wrote this long piece about hating what Valentine's Day stands for, and I was completely annoyed with myself (there's a big surprise). Rock on whoever has someone special to spend it with, and all us single peeps should have one big love fest of our own. Seriously, we could plan a huge get together and make all the coupled people cry for want of a better Valentine's Day.

If we believe it, then we can achieve it.

Anyway, I may have a job. Well, I know I do because I haven't committed any crimes or picked up a nasty coke habit (well I have, but not the powdery kind). I'm going to be a housekeeper at a hotel in the downtown area (we'll call it the Inn for all you clueless people). The interview consisted of the housekeeping manager telling me what she expected (I knew because I've been a housekeeper in a hospital, and they like it clean) and the shift hours. No joke. She didn't ask a single thing about me or my previous jobs or experience.

I like to think I am the cream of the crop when it comes to employment, but the managers at Wal-Mart made me sweat more about their interview than Ms. Manager at the Inn. Funny, huh. I'm not complaining. I want a job where I don't have to think. That's all. I want to come in, clean, and leave when I'm done. Plus, I like to clean. I don't do it all to often at my place, but I do like it. When I get on a roll, watch out, I'll likely clean and organize everything and then you won't be able to find your belongings. :) It's what I do.

I also got another call from Pizza Hut, but I told her I decided against it since I found another job that wouldn't run my already used car into the ground.