I'd kill for an 8 hour day..

I really would! Haha, every damn day it's "Can you stay an extra hour, or 2, or 3" It's wiping me out :s
Sean, I honestly don't know how you can pull off like 14 hour days, everyday, I'd cry!

Today was only one extra hour, so it wasn't all that bad.

*Think of the pay cheque, think of the pay cheque*

I got to see the HOTTEST German boy ever! Damn was he gorgeous! And that accent *drool* haha. I also got to see 2 of the cutest little Japanese babies. ADORABLE! All dressed in their little Hawaiian shirts.

Some Stories:

The drunk man that sang Copa Cabana to me in the lobby:
He asked if I could call him a cab, cuz him and his friend were going to the Copa Cabana for dinner.(They were both soo drunk) So I asked them if they were going to see Barry Manilow.. and the one guy broke out into song
"Her name was Lola, she was a show girl, with yellow feathers in her hair and a dress cut down to there.." [music.note]

The Middle-Aged Ken doll:
This guy made my life! He came in with one of the groups that was staying with us. And honest to god, he was a middle-aged Ken doll. He had the Ken hair and everything! I was so excited, and I wanted to know if he had a middle-aged (possibly sagging) Barbie at home. HAHA!

I think that's all the excitement I have for now... and besides, I'm dead tired :s
*Sleeeeepie Time for Ash*
Back to work at 10 in the a.m ... till who knows when

Byes
-Ash
[ Just call me Cooper ... "cuz I'm mini" <- Thanks Chad ]

- That's when I start to realize what you bring to my life, damn this guy can make me smile -

Thought of the Day:
Women are like apples on trees. The best ones are at the top of the tree. Most men don't want to reach for the good ones because they're afraid of falling and getting hurt. Instead, they sometimes take the apples from the ground that aren't as good, but easy. The apples at the top think something is wrong with them, when in reality they're amazing. They just have to wait for the right man to come along, the one who's brave enough to climb all the way to the top of the tree.
Now men.. men are like a fine wine. They begin as grapes, and it's up to women to stomp the shit out of them until they turn into something acceptable to have dinner with.