Tonight I was working backstage at a Johnny Cash Tribute show. It was a great show. He sang a huge collection of songs and talked about his life story in the breaks between songs. After he finished talking about the death of his wife June and his own battle with illness, he sang “Hurt”. And up in the fly tower of the Athenaeum Theatre, I cried.
Just found photos from my work Christmas drinks on the reception computer. It scares me there is photographic evidence of how out of control that night got….
I found a way to express how I feel about working 12 hour night shifts for the last 3 weeks
(via Parks and Rec on Tumblr)
Chris & Josh - “Backpacker”
My housemate has been making a web series. Beyond the “Hey, that’s my apartment!” novelty, it’s also a really fun series. Check it out.
Also, working at a Backpacker’s hostel makes this even more enjoyable. Silly backpackers!
Working in tourism/hospitality, I am constantly amazed by the tendency of the French to announce their nationality at the first possible opportunity
At least once a shift:
Me - “Hello, [redacted] backpackers”
French person - “Hello, I am French. Do you have availability?”
See this? This is my “after a break-up, I slept at work and am now halfway though a 16 hours shift” face.
Also, I need to shave…
Work is dead boring, so I am budgeting/planning a trip to go to the Japanese Grand Prix. Serious business!
I have worked 26 out of the last 37 hours. And by worked, I mean I sat reception and:
- Read “The History Boys”
- Planned the theatre I will do for the next year
- Watched the trailers for every movie release for 2012
- Procrastin-ate everything
And I got paid to do it all!
Just when I thought work had ruined my day, a man walks past my desk with bottle of red wine under one arm, and a Mac book play Katy Perry under the other.
Then I remember why I love this place.