The Good, The Bad, The Ugly

The Good:

The Hotel has taken me back like the bastard step-child* who keeps trying to run away (this is the 3rd time that they’ve taken me back).  So I’m there fulltime as of the beginning of December.  They asked that I at least commit to 6 months there and then we can see if we’re a good fit.  Sounds fair to me!  It’s a lovely place to work, and all of the people are fantastic, so I know it’s going to be a good 6 months (maybe, hopefully, possibly more?).

(*I can say that because I am a step-child.  Several times over in fact.  It’s not as bad as some might think.  Who needs one father WHEN YOU CAN HAVE THREE?)

Also The Good:

The Passion Pit concert that was delayed waaaaaay back in June was rescheduled for this past Wednesday at Paradiso.  I went with Ms Trouble Herself, Alexandra.  Because this concert was originally scheduled for the day I returned from Glasgow, and because all during my trip I listened mostly to Passion Pit, it was a great reminder of that trip and what good it had done for my heart and soul.  More on the concert in another post.

Also The Good:

I spent yesterday meeting new friends and drinking hot beverages by roaring fireplaces with already friends.  And in between that I even worked a little bit!  And it all gave me such a warm fuzzy feeling, and made me realize where the balance of life should lay.

Life should be a very small percentage of working for the paycheck, and a very large, overwhelming percentage of cultivating these friendships that give me so much energy and happiness.  DO YOU HEAR THAT POTENTIAL FUTURE EMPLOYERS?  I’d much rather be hanging out with new and old friends than doing your dirty work!  PUT THAT IN YOUR PIPE AND SMOKE IT.

The Bad

The Post-Apocolypic Hangover from the concert.  YOWZA.  Nothing like a 24 hour hangover to set your priorities straight again.

Also?  29 years old is WAAAAYY too old to stand next to the speaker. Please speak into my right ear only.

The Ugly

Not-so-skinny boys in skinny jeans.  Big thighs, tiny ankles.

I won’t even explain that here, because you know.  YOU KNOW.