ever since "the unfortunate incident of the martinis and fried pickles in the night-time" i experienced in the summer of 99, i rarely partake, for fear of reenacting some of the less-fun portions of that evening. however, last night was really pleasant. as i drove home at midnight, tired at the end of a long day, i thought to myself about the times in my past where i woulnd't even head out until 12. i mean, why go to the club before 12? no one got there until 1 anyway. it's weird to think about it. then i thought, yes, but back then i didn't get up for work at 5:30 like i did today, but i don't actually get up for work every day at 5:30, and back then i actually had to be at work at 7 most days, since i worked at the front desk of a hotel. maybe i'm just getting old. or boring.
working at the front desk of the hotel was an interesting job, made interesting by the people i worked with mostly. i'll have to write some stories about it someday. i actually enjoyed the work often enough. it was nice to give nice people nice rooms with nice views. and it was satisfying to give assholes the room next to the ice machine.
oh, plus we got discounted hotel rooms when we travelled. yes, good times. except for having to be there at 7. i finally switched to second shift because i just couldn't hack it. that was once i quit my job at the pizza place.
from: http://www.svcn.com/archives/sunnyvalesun/10.27.99/taste-9943.htmlthe pizza place also provided me with many stories. and a couple of scars.
i love stories.
i'm going back to work now. big deadline. i hope you're all well. i think i want some coffee.
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