I have no problem dealing with people's shit; in fact, I'm pretty good at it. I do, however, draw the line at actually, physically, dealing with people's shit. I may not know exactly what I want to do with my life, but I hereby vow that very, very soon, I will have a job that does not have contact with other's excrement. I think that's a very reasonable demand.
Normally hotel jobs are such a breeze. They lull you into a false sense of security. And then you get someone who didn't make it to the bathroom and wants you to change his bed. Good lord, no. No, no, no. Not for six dollars an hour. Maybe not for sixty.
Bwah. Urgh. Okay, shake it off. By tomorrow, I'll be lulled back into that comfy denial.
Let's see, what else... I made some cookies, wrapped up a candle, and went to the Ladie's Bible Study Christmas Party today. It was nice. Chai tea and chocolate, and I got a copy of the Left Behind video in the exchange. Amazing, considering that ninety percent of the presents were candles. Much fun.
Now it's getting dark, and I have to run over to the Blue Castle to clean up the mess I made. Tomorrow, I lay the first tile in the bathroom. Dang, I've been saying that for a while, haven't I? Well, tomorrow, it's really going to happen.