Hope you all had a good New Years. All I can say is thank God it’s over. Sheesh.
I spent my New Years at work, and it was a pretty good time for the first couple of hours. We ordered pizza and then we had champagne at midnight. I had never had champagne before. However, once we hit that 2am mark, it all went downhill. Nonstop phone ringing (Tim came to visit me, he can attest to this). And everyone wanted the number to a pizza place that was still open. I was a freaking broken record. It seemed like everyone staying in the hotel were in their 20s and were completely wasted.
I sincerely hope I got all of my work done. I spent half the night so frazzled that I’m sure something slipped my mind. I hope not. The General Manager of the hotel came down to help me from 3 to 5 am because the other girls were all out of there by 3. It finally started to settle down at about 6am.
On a more humorous note, I was hit on by 12 guys over the phone who all said I had a sexy voice. Maybe I should consider a career on the radio. I’m sure I would have a very large, drunken 12-5AM following. One guy even kept calling and insisting that I let him take me out to breakfast when I got off work. He was, by far, the most charming one of the lot. (“My name is Trevor _____, I’m a guest at your hotel, and I’d like to take you out for breakfast. It’s the most important meal of the day, you know. You need your fiber.”)
But my favorite phone conversation of the night, hands down:
Guy: “You have an incredibly sexy voice. What is your name?”
Me: “My name is Teri.”
Guy: “Are you serious?! Teri, I have to tell you, I love girl’s names that sound like guy’s names.”
Me: [laugh] “Well, you’re in luck, because that’s my name.”
Guy: “I’m coming down right now to see you. Don’t go anywhere.”
Me: “Oookay, you do that.”
One of the security guards saw my expression as I was leaving and just laughed and said, “I guess I don’t need to ask you how last night went.” To which I replied, “Hey, if I didn’t quit last night, you know I never will.”