Today is the last day of the month, a big deal in hotel catering sales land… I need your money, I need your contracts and I need them today.
I like to call my personality on this day “crazy ex-girlfriend”. I will email you, then call you to ensure you got my email, then email you again to follow up. I know, I hate it when people do it to me too, but here we are.
On these days, I also enjoy yelling, swearing and hitting things and have just begun my “lady time”… its safe to say keep a significant distance, nothing good will come of getting close.
One of my favorite things ever is when a guy gets up in a suit and buttons back up his jacket. It’s classic, shows he is thinking about his appearance and one of those things I will forever be able to picture my father doing.
"Self-respect won’t have you calling your girlfriends, debating and analyzing. Self-respect won’t keep you warm at night. It won’t make you giggle in the morning. There’s no euphoric high in behaving with integrity. Self-respect is an investment. It is something you add to the bank of self over and over. You will never see an immediate benefit, but what you will see, years later, is how people respect you when you respect yourself.
Yeah, ideally 7 would have apologized, 66 would have had the balls to tell me the truth from the beginning, and 77 would have run after me into the night, but that’s not why you do the right thing. You don’t do the right thing hoping for something magical. You do the right thing for you. Invest in your self, respect your self, because people can see that, they can sense it. In the end, you don’t want the people who lied to you and hurt you, you want the people who would never do that to you. Maybe it’s not fun, maybe it’s not romantic, but it’s the building blocks of the best relationship you can have in your life: the one you have with yourself. “
For a big city, DC can be VERY small, so I knew it was just a matter of time, that in the Capital of the free world, I would run into him.
We were outside, a beautiful day, waiting for lunch and after an “oh my god” from a friend who spotted him first, we were talking.
It was perfunctory, surface, kind. He has been going on frequent business trips to Chicago, I have been busy with work and friends. We hugged. It was strange and set momentary pang in my heart. Time slowed.
I looked down and saw his hands shaking as mine were. I realized how rattling things still are for him. I realized how we are now strangers after being very close for two years.
It was not a forever love, but he is a great man, and I have to believe that everything happens for a reason.
Certain bookings for events in Hotel Land you just know are going to be terribly painful - family reunions, pharmaceutical groups and college socials to nake a few. That being said, I just receieved call from someone interested in hosting their Fraternity Formal at our hotel…
We all know, these parties are THE WORST. Last time I worked one as a banquet manager, it ended with vomit on the wall. And, we were all in college once. Nothing I did at a formal led people to be proud of my organization or my school and the last thing I want to do is spend a night IN work keeping people from doing it or 19 year olds from underage drinking.