Sunday, September 23, 2007
As You Wish
One of the first things I said at work this morning was, “Ugh. Enough with the sweating. No more sweating!” Within an hour, it was pouring. For some reason, today was an exceptionally busy day for me, tour wise and even though it was raining and some people had sour little faces, most people enjoyed the hell out of themselves.
The thing with rain is that it brings the temperature down and more wildlife makes an appearance. More wildlife means more tips. And today was in my top 3 days in tips. I was soaked, completely, fire hose soaked for three or four hours but it was worth every single minute of it. Basically, it’s all in the attitude. If you go out there and give a tour in the rain acting like it’s the worst thing in the world, the people are going to have a crappy time. But if you go out there and talk about, whee! How much fun this is! Even the grumpiest person can be swayed, if even slightly. And frankly, as far as I was concerned, the mere fact that I was, finally, not sweating my ass off for these people made me very happy. Apparently it was infectious because these people tipped the hell out of me today.
And that means the little stray cat I’ve lured saved from the dangerous Everglades is going to visit the vet tomorrow so that she can become a permanent member of the household. And then I’m going to buy myself two packages of Chips Ahoy! Peanut butter chocolate chip cookies so that I can eat one tomorrow on my first day off and one the next day on my second day off whilst I lounge around in my pajamas, in bed, the entire day, watching crappy ass television because I have definitely earned it.
I hope it rains on both of my days off. I do enjoy hardly anything more than when it rains good and hard and I’m at home, snuggled up under the down comforter, in bed, relaxing and napping off and on. To me? That is darn near the best vacation I can think of.
There’s enough to stress and worry about and running around the rest of the week so as far as I’m concerned, it’s required that I sit and act much like a vegetable on my two days off.
And it’s times like that I’m glad I’m single and have no kids. Now, go do something else, I need to get started on laying down and not moving much at all.
Ciao kids.
