This week at work was torture. Torture, I tell you! But somehow I made it through, and now here I am, sitting at home on a rainy Saturday with nothing to do. Absolutely nothing. Not that that’s a bad thing.

I’m actually considering hopping the bus downtown and enjoying a pitcher at Dan Kelly’s. But then, I don’t want to be the kind of person that goes to a bar alone.

March was a decent month at work, production-wise. I exceeded my room night goal by almost four hundred percent, which at this point means nothing because my incentive plan is still being worked out. Do you know when the first payout comes? After the first quarter. Do you know what today is? The last day of the first quarter. I almost don’t feel bad for thinking “Will Determine” was a real person.

Tomorrow is April 1, when Missy and I agreed we were going to be on our way out. So much for that. I am already planning on when I will put in my two weeks if I am offered the job that I interviewed for on Monday. I’m sure by doing this I am completely cursing myself and there is no way I will actually be offered a job, but a girl’s got to dream. So, in my dreams, do I want to take one week off between jobs? Two weeks? I’m not sure what I can afford, considering when I move to Duluth I am going to have nothing but a bookcase, a shower curtain, a set of knives and a laptop in my new place.

Okay, maybe nothing to do is a bad thing. It’s not even 10am and already I am so bored. I wish I had a chorus line of little people to entertain me.