It's five o'clock in the morning. I'm not awake by choice. I'm awake by requirement. So, now I'm looking for ways to entertain myself. I was laughing a few minutes ago to myself thinking of the wardrobe ... hold on - now I'm laughing because I heard Paula Dean got hit in the face with a ham during one of her shows. To quote the guy sitting next to me, "You just can't write that stuff." Anyway, since I'm pretty sure no one actually reads this, I'm going to share my wardrobe emergency from this evening. I was wearing a dark blue shirt all day and when I grabbed my suit to change into later in the evening, I grabbed a pink shirt to go with it. Well, I was wearing a certain dark article of clothing that showed up brilliantly underneath my pink shirt. Thanks to a friend with a white undershirt, disaster and embarrassment were averted. PHEW!! I don't think I would have lived that down. I'm working with all men this evening. (Have I mentioned how much I LOVE my new job??!!)
The hardest thing about working all night is that when the cleaning staff at the hotel comes around to clean the rooms, I'm sleeping. And I don't want to be woken up so I can get fresh towels. Except I want fresh towels. Or at least I want someone else to hang up my dirty towels. I have such a hard life. I hope they have nice, fresh fruit cut up for me for breakfast. I don't want to have to eat unripe fruit for breakfast. :-) (No, I'm not actually such a diva. I just like to make fun of myself when I complain about stupid things like having to hang up my own towels.)
It's Christmastime! Christmas lights are going up everywhere! I've been listening to nothing but Christmas carols since Friday. I LOVE Christmastime! It's my favorite time of the year! I can't wait to get back and decorate for Christmas. Oh wait, except that I found out that my roommate is moving back to Utah so either I have to move or I have to find someone new to live in the house. Ugh. I don't really want to do either. Maybe I should just move into my own apartment. Sigh...I don't know what to do. I'm tempted to move out of the house because I think it has a mold problem. Ever since I moved in, I've had a sore throat. The day - and I mean literally the DAY - I left to come to DC, I haven't had a sore throat since. (Well, except for Thursday and Friday, but they don't count because I think I was fighting a cold.) So I guess I can go back to finding housing but I just fought this fight and I don't know that I want to fight it again. Plus, I won't have movers so I'll have to move everything myself. I don't want to repack. I just unpacked a few weeks ago! Yuck.
Now I'm just rambling so I'm going to end this before the filter really doesn't kick in and I totally embarrass myself. Night!