Occupation: Front Desk Agent (not the double o seven kind, the check you into the motel kind)
Uniform: grey suit, sand paper tunic shirt
Hair: pony with a smattering of bobby pins
Shoes: Black Flats chewed up by Grandpa George
Passion: traveling (as stated on magnetic name tag)
Shift: 7-3 OR 3-11 OR 12-8
I hope you now have a mental image of me and my purpose in life. I have found my calling. I know that people usually don’t find it at the ripe age of 22, but here I am, living the dream, pleasing the guests. So, sit back and relax as I attempt to inform you of the inside mechanics of a fully functional hotel with me, chrissy, as your guide to the yummiest restaurants, the easiest running paths, and that the bathroom is in the hall next to the piano on the right (left if you are a boy.)
disclaimer: I will prob/def write about all of the whims that come to my mind on a daily basis, don’t judge me.
“why does love always feel like a battlefield?” -jordin sparks
I love this blog more than anything. You are a hoot girl.