My day in 500 words or less

I’m working 50 hours this week. Due to this, I am unable to have a social life outside of work. That makes me sad.

Today, I went above and beyond the expectations of my job to take care of a guest. It involved multiple contact with managers, conference calls with national account executives, and a laser printer. I think I am good at my job. I should ask for a raise.

I feel bad for pretty much ignoring the other concierge at the stand today when asking if they could help me out. She’s generally friendly and kinda cute. I think she is Russian. I was going to offset any offense she took by being all friendly to her on my way out tonight, but she was busy assisting guests. So, I have to be extra nice to her now!

I am now, officially, Wesleyan’s Apple Campus Representative. Woo!

Amy returns tomorrow. I shall see her Saturday night, probably. She has been having lots of fun in Hartford, and I’m glad. I guess her time at the synod has been rewarding; she got elected to a regional representative position!

Some iPhone problems have cropped up: I called around today, but no one is available to swap my Friday shift for a Sunday shift. Now I can order online, pay my brother to stand in line and buy it for me, or skip out on work for an hour and head to the AT&T store on Boylston Street, which is only a block away from my hotel. I’m not sure how it’s going to work yet.

I’m in a weird mood. Mika’s song title, “Stuck In the Middle”, is kind of how I’m feeling lately. I’m in this neutral state; nothing is particularly exciting, nothing is especially negative. It’s just work, everyday; nothing uplifting or fun or different. My daily highlights are singing really loudly to my music on the car rides to and from work, and honing my asshole-driving skillz.

On that note, I’ve progressed (regressed?) significantly. I can cut around traffic, use slow travel lanes to my advantage, successfully cut across multiple lanes of traffic, navigate through (or around) city gridlock while pissing off multiple other drivers, and tailgate without mercy when drivers are not going the speed limit. 43 miles daily, in and out of Boston, does not make me a nice (or patient) driver. But I expect my practices to revert to their non-asshole state once I leave work again. I’m really a very good, considerate, and patient driver. Just not when I have to deal with traffic and gridlock day in, day out.