You know when you get to the point when you feel like the bags under your eyes are sagging, your hair is limp and your body aches like a tap dancer just practiced a kick shuffle routine on every joint?
The only problem with being that tired is the emotional withdrawal that occurs for it to happen. A week of giddy elation catches up and boy when it catches up...it makes sure you are turned into a hunchbacked, raspy voice, shriveled mess of your former self. Good news, I have some great volumnizing shampoo to assist the hair issue. Some what better news, I don't have any orientations tomorrow but there still are plans for the morning.
Saturday will be just a glimmer of an anniversary. A mere nod, drop in the bucket of our time here, yet... that's one week down.
Tonight will be a nice quiet night in, one with little more than finishing a half hearted blog post, wistfully wishing Facebook, or my laptop would work again and debating on raiding the actually stocked fridge before hitting the hay.
Seems like a normal enough night for anyone.
Today's orientation was mostly a large shuffling of myself and Heather to other locations so the trainers there could also try to find things for us to do. I spent the majority of my time eating candy, and sitting on a large green leather couch. Not a bad start to a five-star hotel internship eh? But seriously, it was a busy day for everyone, and I assume baby sitting the interns was low priority. Don't get me wrong but I'll be glad to start actually working, even if that means I just bus tables.
Oh and the uniforms are a mixture of sassy tiger and gouchos which, of course, are making a comeback!
My eyelids are protesting being open around my red and bleary eyes. It's time for bed.
Also, I am the proud owner of an aggressively bargained discounted Chinese gym membership.
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