When things start...

We've all heard the expression that goes on about bad things snowballing into more bad things. The whole 'when it rains, it pours' adage that everyone refers to. I guess it works for good things too.

1. I get a job, a nice, laid-back, flexible job. I enjoy working. I also enjoy the time off I get to spend time with my family.

2. Husband took the test he needed to take in order to get a job that he's trying to get. And he passed! Onto the next step.

In fact, in the past couple of weeks, things have gone really well for the most part. Which is awesome. Except for the fact that I'm waiting for when the ball drops.

I guess tonight was that night. My Dad had a heart attack. And I'm scared to death.

Dad is still stubborn, I found out. He was complaining about how he wanted to go home and that it was no big deal. He sent my mom home and everything and then called to tell her he was staying over night. Mom called me to let me know, and I'm dying to go down there.

Unfortunately, there is no one else available to work the night shift, so I can't drop everything and go down there.

Husband is going on about how my father is old, and these things can happen. But he's fine, so I need to stop worrying. I have my reasons about worrying.

On January 6, 2012, a woman who was pretty much my second mother died after having open heart surgery. She had been having heart complications since September of 2010, and was just getting worse. She was also on dialysis and was a diabetic. She was Little Miss' best friend, and my favorite aunt. She even took me in when I had no where else to go, despite how messed up my past had made me and the fact that we could argue like cats and dogs. And now she's gone.

She'll never call me to ask her to take her to Wal-Mart. We'll never go out to eat at Guadalajara or Cheeseburger in Paradise. She'll never teach Little Miss new songs and take naps with her in the afternoon or a million other little things that I took for granted while she was here.

I'm still reeling from her death. I find myself crying randomly, and getting snippy with some people. Am I depressed? More than likely.

I feel selfish that I don't want my father to die because I don't want to have to go through this situation all over again. I probably am selfish in thinking that I don't know if I could handle it.

Am I terrible for thinking this? Am I selfish? A horrible daughter?

Who knows.

Adventures in Night Auditing #1

So, as of right now, I am doing my first shift as a night auditor at the hotel I work at. My shiny new job as it were.

This is actually my first shift here alone, so I understand if my manager is nervous. Especially since I'm all loopy because I fell down the stairs this morning and broke my fall with my head. Slammed it into the wall at the bottom of the stairs, actually. Thought I'd broken my leg too but it was just wedged at a weird angle. I can walk on it but it still hurts like hell. So does my left shoulder, my neck, my back, and about every single bone in my body.

I should probably go to a doctor sometime in the near future.

Anyway, I work from 11 pm to 7 am tonight. So this is going to be awesome.

11:30 - Manager calls. Tells me that the night shift is quiet, no one is going to call/be loud/cause problems. Tells me that the breakfast lady will be there at 4:30, he'll be there at 7, and to call him if I need him. Also makes crack about calling him if the cops show up, but reassures me that the police will not show up.

11:45 - Group decides to sit in the lobby, drink beers and do shots of Tanqueray. Demand popcorn, which I dutifully make. I spot a sheltie, which I must pet and coo over while the owners stand there and talk proudly of their dog.

12:00 - Member of Tanqueray group decides to ask me where the nearest zoo and strip club is. Is disappointed when I inform him that Charlottesville has neither.

12:20 - The cops show up.

1:10 - Run reports. Check people out. Wonder why in the hell the computer is messing up on me now at 1:10 in the morning.

1:30 - Fix computer and manage to check the two people out who had been waiting since 1:10 to check out. The now absolutely hammered group in the lobby finally go upstairs.

1:40 - I am convinced there is a ghost in the exercise room, so I keep watching it on the security camera.

3:00 - The ghost has moved into the lobby. Serves me right for being all paranoid after watching yet another Exorcism documentary.

3:55 - Officially bored out of my mind. I've eaten two bags of popcorn, a velveeta easy mac thing, and sipping on apple and cinnamon tea. I've also channel surfed the tv in the lobby, watched an hour of Mrs. Doubtfire and am now going to go make coffee.

4:00 - Diane comes in to teach me how to make breakfast. I end up covering myself in waffle mix.

5:30 - Apple and cinnamon tea does not taste good cold. Ghost in the exercise room remains a mystery.

Now I guess since people are getting up, I should sign off of here. Until tomorrow.