Backstreet's back, alright!

It's been way too long since I've written on here and so much has changed. I am, unfortunately, still at the hotel. Boo. The good news is I'm now Mrs. Heiress. That's right, I got married. The hotel has gotten a little better with some change in management but I'm still doing everyones shit, so that's still the same. Nothing much else to say right now except that I swear I've gained 15lbs since the wedding. Ugh.

Longest.Day.Ever.

Working late tonight, boo. I also feel freaking huge. I'm crazy bloated, like I look 5 months pregnant, bloated. Sooo uncomfortable! I have been trying to hold it in all day so that I don't look like too much a giant cow but it's starting to hurt. :/ I'm just ready to go home and crawl into bed with the boy. As for tomorrow, I am going to be lazy and do nothing all day. It will be glorious.

Hey Buddy!

Don't be a fucking dick to me because I lock the hotel doors at night, it's for your fucking safety you ungrateful twat! I was having one of those nights where it was balancing between a salvagable night and a complete shit one and this guy just pushed me over. Aggh! It just pisses me off! I only had 20 minutes left and this asshole has to come along and ruin it! Why? Because I had to ask his fucking name before I let him. Did it make you feel better to yell at someone who was only doing her job. Don't take your frustrations out on other people, put them in a blog, like I do!

GRRR!

AGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!! I just want to scream my fucking head off right now and throw the biggest temper tantrum that any one has ever seen! If I have to fix one more mistake or have to apologize one more time for someones incompetence I am going have a meltdown. I just had to in to the back office and cry. I am just so frustrated right now. How is it that the person who's supposed to be my manager can't do anything right? It's so fucking wrong that I'm the one working my ass off and having to pick up the slack and I'm not getting the credit for it. Oh, except for the fact that they only want me working Friday and Saturday nights because I'm the only one they can rely on when it gets really busy. FUCK! THAT IS SOME FUCKING BULLSHIT! The only reason they're making me work those days is because nobody else wants to and it's a fucking boys club around here so the girl gets stuck doing the dirty work. I signed on for AMs only how is it that I'm working 4 PM shifts and only 1 AM? I am so sick of this shit. GET YOUR SHIT TOGETHER PEOPLE!

The List

1. Stop eating Junk Food and eat more veggies.

2. Drink more tea and less Diet Coke.

3. Lose 35 lbs and keep it off.

4. Work out more and by more, I mean at all.

5. Let my hair grow out and don't just chop it all off if I get impatient.

6. Go to Prague.

Big step...

So, the boyfriend and I have decided that we are officially moving in together in January. I don't think I could be any more excited. I feel like I should have more to say but it seems like it's way easier to bitch about something than it is to explain how happy I am. It's a big step, a really big step but I am totally ready for it. I've already started picking out sheet sets, I know. So I'll probably, at least for a little while, be using this as an outlet for apartment decorating ideas as well. Yay.

Right now I am surrounded by Lacrosse Parents. Someone please shoot me. The team is crazy loud and their parents aren't any better. The mothers are like Soccer Moms on crack. I never thought I would see three adult women hold hands, jump up and down, and squeal because of how cute they thought they were that day. Ugh. I swear to God if this woman in front of me doesn't control her three screaming children I will jump over this desk and do it myself. I really don't think I could be any more irritated. Now they're riding the luggage cart. I keep starring at the mom wanting to yell this is a fucking hotel not a playground! Jesus, it's parents like that that create stupid, immature, adults who believe they can do whatever the hell they want. I swear these people are so needy! Every five seconds someone either calls to the front desk or comes up here. For the past half an hour I've had three people talking to me all at the same time and the phone has been ringing of the hook. Make your own phone calls and get your own directions. In all fairness I might be extra grumpy because the boyfriend is out of town but these people are ridiculous.