Happy New Year? Eh.

I worked like crazy, both shifts, New Years Eve, and New Years Day.  Made reasonable enough money, just waiting for payday at the hotel to see if it really paid off or not.  The hotel owners keep 5% of our credit card tips to make up for the credit card charges.  (it's legal; I called the State to find out.)  I've started doing push ups, but I'm not a champ, and I'm struggling with form.  This may be the earliest in the eveing I've ever posted a blog, and since my brother is still awake, I will ask him for pointers.

I received an email from Alan the other day with new insurance information.  Short and to the point.  Whew.  He will mail new cards, as we have new providers. I have a cold.

New Year's Eve at work, I was frustrated by the lack of tables and the over abundance of servers, and overcome with being seperated, unmotivated, fat, broke, tired, etc, I started to get a little weepy while I was polishing silverware.  A nice cook came over, and he put his hand on my shoulder to ask if I was ok, and I ran crying into an empty banquet room.  I tried so hard to keep the tears from wrecking my makeup, and didn't want my eyes to turn red, but I was only minimally successful.  The chef apologized for touching me a few days later, but how in the Hell would he have known I would cry?  Mind you, I didn't cry because he touched me.  You with me ladies?  Just the warm touch when you feel weak?  He has baby mommas all over the place; you'd think he knew a little something of women.

I thought I had more for a blog tonight; maybe I will come up with more later.  I still plan on squarely kicking 2011 in the butt.  Believe it, I'm just a little behind.