That “High School Never Ends” song annoys me. It’s stupid and incorrect and catchy. Damn it. I hate anything that comes to your mind when you think of “the red carpet”, “hollywood”, or “celebrity gossip”. It’s all worthless. I also hated high school.
This is a hate-filled post, apparently. Let’s try to counteract that with a brief list of things that I do not hate: kitties, fuzzy scarves, french fries, having a day off work, buying a book, whose line is it anyway?, the sims2, system of a down, my family, and tropical punch kool-aid.
There, that feels a little better.
I’m anxious for the hotel to slow down. Paige’s last day was Saturday and her leaving has roused my inner rabble, making me want to quit as well. I have to at least be here til mid-January, so that my vacation time will be paid. The real dilemma is that if I weren’t working here, I have no idea where I would be working. I figure I might as well not be happy with my job here, where I know my co-workers, as opposed to not liking a job somewhere else, where I don’t know anyone.
Is there some sort of optimist-training course I could sign up for?