August 7: Do I Want to Know What They're Doing?

Monday, August 7, 2006

I worked 2:30-Close today. I’m doing laundry now. I got up at 5:30; I decided to keep to a schedule. I can get a nap after lunch.

Last night my roommate brought a boy in. They were going out and it was barely a minute, so it wasn’t that big of a deal, even though she knew I was in bed. 

The problem came when, a little after 4:00 a.m., they came in, stumbling drunk by the sounds of it, and both got into her bed. For once I was glad for the top bunk. Feeling the earthquake was bad enough. I didn’t want to see it.

I got little sleep after that, but when the alarm went off at 5:30, I was ready to get out of the room. I’m glad the bathroom door locks. I sped through getting ready. By 6:15, I was standing in the tool room, out of the wind, writing a letter and waiting for 6:30 when I knew the lodge would be open. 

I came back to the room at 7:30 and my roommate was leaving, but the boy was still sleeping. I didn't even make a pretense of being quiet. It was rude for him to come. He’s not an arranged guest, and it’s high time he was gone. I want to know next time she thinks she might bring a boy over at night so that I can make other arrangements for myself, if possible.

A lot of guests wanted beer today. I was serving alone and the afternoon was hectic. At least with beer, you just have to find the right bottle and make sure it’s cold.

I don’t really like working with Kevin, the cook. I never know what will set him off. He never says anything that’s not his right to say and he’s not rude, but it feels like he’s picking on me. I try not to take it personally, but I’m always on edge when working with him. 

We had a filling lunch, for once. We were able to get seconds and dessert.