Freckled Toe

I am sitting in my hotel room happily sloshed on 3/4 of a bottle of Pinot Noir.  This session of training challenges me as the previous one didn’t, and today was difficult.  I don’t like feeling stoopid; with this job, I may just have to get over that.  Our trainer, a hefty, self-involved and disorganized teddy bear of a man, ran us into the ground and earned our spite by keeping us late.  He struck fear into my heart by waxing poetic about how this training course is not for those A+’s who excelled in school.  He boasted gleefuly that this course is more of a “gut-feeling type of thing” than a “study a book thing,” and those of us who are good at testing are in for an uphill battle. Yeah, kinda was getting that vibe all on my own, thank you VERY much.  Without the aid of a study guide too, figure that.  Oh well, I enjoy challenge.  I hate stoopidity, but I love challenge.  Ha. 

Things I love about living in a hotel room (for basically the last month):

• An invisible elf making my bed every morning.
• Fresh towels I didn’t wash.
• Room service.
• That special Spring Break feeling without the actual high school/college association.
• HBO
• Per Diem

Things I hate about living in a hotel room:

• No bad kitties snuggling with me at night.
• Shite WiFi connection.
• Limited clothing options (my suitcase couldn’t fit my favorite fat pants, dammit!).
• Crappy decor.
• No books.

On a super fun note, I will be visiting the Grand Canyon this weekend. I’ve never been and am uber happy to get the chance to hit some trails with my camera in tow.  It’ll get me out of the hotel room at least.