Grrr. Having a blog feels like an unwelcome responsibility when you are sick, or grouchy. My sister keeps yelling, "You have to keep your readers happy, post!" Grrr. Find your happiness somewhere else for a couple days.
Okay, okay. The second day Nate was here, we both got our cars fixed (yay), mine for significantly less than his (yay again
Which probaby was what opened the door for the flu that has been shadowing me for the past couple weeks. Really, it's amazing I didn't get sick earlier. There is always at least one sickie here at the hostel, and since they are international travelers, it's weird and wacky bugs that my poor body has never seen. And the Cafe is full of sniffly, wheezy, drippy little kids. How did I hold out so long, I hear you asking. Lots of rest and vitamins.
The bed rest went completely out the window this past week as well. Every night I work now, I get a call from some crazy guy at three AM, and he usually call back at least once. One time it was someone wanting to know about monthly rates. Why the hell would you think about calling at three AM??? Another one already knew all my answers to his questions, as he had been on our comprehensive website, which even shows room availability. He just wanted to make sure it was right. At three AM. People are crazy.
And speaking of crazy people... We had a guest here this weekend who must have an OCD. He seems perfectly normal, sitting on the couch watching TV and talking, but get him in the kitchen and it is a whole new story. He spent ninety-four minutes, that's over an hour and a half, folks, scraping out a frying pan. For ninety-four minutes all we could hear was "scratch, scratch, scratch-scratch-scratch". I admit our pans aren't new or anything, but they really aren't bad. I have owned much worse. Maybe he has a thing about
teflon, and felt he had to get it all off.
We have a gremlin here at the hostel now. He comes down at three or four in the morning, turns on the TV, makes twenty dishes and leaves them in the sink, sabotages whatever cable we have hooking up the VCR or DVD (we are on our fourth one now), and then busts the back door open. He's really pesky. I didn't get to watch the copy of "Bring it on" that Tara rented. What a pity.
Knitting... has stalled. I have lost interest in my hat, since I will be driving out of the cold weather in just a couple of weeks. And I haven't had the motivation to turn back to my tank. My fabulous sisters sent me a
thanksgiving care package with some Noro and the directions for a Gap skinny scarf, so I may get motivated soon. Not today, unfortunately. Today it's back to the hell that is the largest mall in America the weekend after Thanksgiving. SO not looking forward to any of it, but most especially parking. Yesterday I left an hour early, and I was still in one of the last spots on the 5th floor. Sigh. Come on people, make your own damn gifts.