So we got new coffee at work.
It's too strong to serve to Guests, but that doesn't mean we can't chug it ourselves!!
It's so potent, we all get jittery.
A good chunk of my married life is:
Me: What is that noise?
Scott: I don't hear anything
Me: There! That! What was that?
Scott: Nothing. I hear nothing.
So, I am almost asleep. I hear it. It sounds like a sucking noise.
I get Scott.
Me: Tell me you hear that.
Me: Right there! What is that?
Scott: It's coming from outside the door.
Me: NO IT ISN'T!!!!
(he's blaming the dog or cat who sleep outside the bedroom door)
Me: I am telling you it's coming from near the window
I turn on the light:
Zero idea how she got in there, or how long she had been in there.
The week was going good, kind of calm. There is a new lady training for the Front Desk, so on Tuesday I was showing her how in the morning we assign rooms for all of the arrivals, paying attention to their requests and whatnot. I get almost to the end and then shout "OH MY GOD!!!", then ran to the back where Housekeeping was waiting for me, grab my phone and start calling everyone. The inspector was coming. That day.
Luckily, we were prepared and had everything in order. I was still nervous that we were going to fail, that I wasn't going to have my stuff in order, or that I had forgot something major. With our General Manager still out, and we don't currently have an Executive Housekeeper, I was so so panicky.
I ended up staying 10 or 11 hours, went home, paced, didn't really sleep, got up at 4:40am, and heckled Scott into getting up and getting ready. I triple checked everything, and then stalked the hallway cameras until I saw him coming.
We passed. With an Outstanding. Better than last year. And then I cried. True story.
Thursday I had tickets to the NSU Basketball game. I asked Bailey to go, she asked what day, time, etc, and then asked was it men or women. The ticket said men.
So I possibly was looking at the wrong ticket.
However, the game was good, they didn't win, but it was very close.
When we got there, we got in, no problem. Got to our seats, the Event Staff lady looked at us weird, then said "okay", and gestured towards our seat. There were people with their feet propped up on the back of our chairs, but I sat anyway.
Right as the game started, I told them that it felt weird, that we were too close. He looked at the stub, and we were one row down that we should've been. He just shrugged and said "it's okay."
When other people showed up, they spoke to the people behind us, that had got up and moved a row, "oh you guys moved up", and the man said real ugly-like, "yeah we had to move."
Um, a-hole. You weren't even in your seats. You were in MY seats, and your foot was in my hair.
Shut your hole.
Sit in your own seats.
And then he proceeded to scream and yell at the ref the entire game.
As a matter of fact, EVERYONE was angry and screaming. I told Bailey if they riot, just to tuck her head under my arm.
We were starving after the game, so I suggested IHOP, knowing it was open 24 hours, and I hate going into restaurants late.
It looked good, only a few cars in the parking lot. We go in, only 6 or 7 tables were occupied.
The guy that seats people asked up to wait a minute, no problem, he seats us and said our server would be there shortly.
20 minutes later, no server.
40 minutes later, we talked to the server, but still no drinks.
1 hour and 20 minutes later, we got food. Scott didn't get all he ordered.
2 hours later after waiting for the ticket, we left.
You need to most definitely download the Single Dad Laughing app.
If you ever have the chance to sleep on a Pillow-Top Mattress, I highly recommend it.
I slept like a drunk man. It was fabulous.
Saturday was a true fatty day. The closest Captain D's to us is in Leesville, about a 40 minute drive. He always gets fish, and then I go to Arby's and get Roast Beef. I wasn't really hungry when we went so we just went to Walmart and then proceeded to go through the Drive-Thru's. As we left the second food place, he said he was hungry right then, and then we went through a third place, Checkers so he could get a Big Buford. Then as we left, I decided to have the Roast Beef for lunch the next day, so we went through a fourth place, Church's Chicken, and that is what I had for dinner.
Our truck smelled NICE.
Sunday was a no good day.
I really hope this video works.
We were watching the Pelicans play, and Scott said "what WAS she doing?'"
This is why the Dallas Stars are awesome:
Millions of Americans were blindsided by a freight train full of feels while watching Super Bowl XLIX on Sunday night, as a Nationwide commercial took a tragic turn. The Dallas Stars chose to troll both Nationwide and apparently some random fan during Tuesday night's game against the Colorado Avalanche, as a teenager in the crowd bore a striking resemblance to the now-infamous "but I died" boy.
Here is the full link so I don't get sued for plagiarism.
I don't remember what I was originally searching for on my Facebook wall, but I ended up going to the very beginning. Now over half of all my statuses were gone, but there are a few left that took me back :)
I don't what is up with Mother Nature this week, but it's the second week of February and it's 80 degrees.
Mardi Gras parade from the Provencal JHS!
Now it's time for "Things I stole from the Internet"
I leave you with Shannon, and the coolest shirt in the history of shirts.
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