I can't believe it's the 1st of Halloween already. I still remember keying in my July entry in the discomfort of my dorm room and here I am again, in a completely different room doing the same thing. I wanted to update my blog during my two long months at home but I did not because the two months weren't so long after all. I didn't get a job, and all I did was hibernate the whole time. I wish I had gone back to the hotel I worked at a year ago but I did not because thinking about the work stress completely turned me off. I cannot handle another phone call asking me if this is Vivo Hotel right after I said "good morning, Vivo Hotel". I cannot handle being chewed out for checking in a family of 8 into a 10ft×8ft standard room made for 2 when the person checking in lied to me. I cannot handle the manager yelling at me for people not checking out after 12pm. BECAUSE I DONT GET PAID ENOUGH TO DO THIS SHIT. Well yeh it's a pretty shitty job but at least some of the guests are nice enough to remember my name, and one even tipped me.
So, what exactly did I do for 2 months? I did things so insignificant I don't even remember anymore. But it was great spending time at home just relaxing and sometimes walking to the mall to get McD.
Over here, life has been really good since I moved out of college. I no longer have to deal with obnoxious housemates that sabotaged me (this is a story saved for some other time) and no longer have to feel so depressed and lonely all the time. Back in college I barely spoke more than 50 words in the first semester with my roommate, and I mean it. I am so glad I took a single room because I cannot deal with living with strangers. We had absolutely no common grounds and putting me and her together is like putting ducks and chicken together in a coop. But one good thing about her is she minds her own business. That's my favorite type of people.
Now, I'm just waiting for the day when my housemates finally fall out. I'm putting my money on the weird girl that washes her clothes every fucking day with the washing machine subsequently wasting so much water a month on clothes that she could have just easily hand washed. Or maybe it won't be her. Maybe it would be the other health freak girl that gives me a look of disgust every time I eat a pack of instant noodles. Or maybe it would be the guy with an over protective girlfriend that doesn't even let him be in an assignment group full of girls without flipping her shit? Why the fuck is she so crazy? Weird people are everywhere.
