Innocence

I just got back to my second home- yes I am finally ready to call Lexington/Transy my second home- from a long weekend of working. I worked events for the Ryder Cup through Hyatt working at the Muhammed Ali center- yes its that complicated! But anyway, so Friday was a BIG event- about 1100 people, mostly from Ireland, Britain, and Scotland- what beautiful accents. Working this I realized that I almost slip into a different personality, its the personality that I am gonna call my "gracious stranger meeting, hotel customer service" personality. I smile openly at everyone, talk to them when they talk (basking in their accents) and I even occasionally get a chance to get to know my fellow co-workers. Friday night I was a floater, meaning that I roamed the WHOLE outdoor pavillion, upstairs and down and I cleaned and answered questions and mostly I was just making sure that things flowed smoothly. Anyway so towards the end of the event I got to go talk to Chris, who is a C.S. worker at the Hyatt. C.S. just means that he gets to do all the heavy lifting of the tables and such! I believe our conversation started on how he wasnt happy that they werent really tipping (he was a bartender that night) to which I replied that $3 was better than nothing, and explained to him that I was always optimistic. Somehow from there he got the story of the many deaths that I have experienced this year and he said that it was good for me to always look for the good in the situation. From there we got to talking about birth order, and he said that I wasnt as selfish as many only children or the babies of a family were. He told me that I was beautiful and that it was great for me to help out if I could. Its funny I dont usually take compliments that well but this one really stuck with me, I guess its because he didnt just say that I was beautiful but he backed it up with an example- because I wasnt selfish, and that as he was watching me interact with other people I was gracious and always trying to help out. So the compliment just really made me feel good and it stuck with me. I dont always understand how people see me and think that Im smart and that I can do anything but they believe in me and I get the energy from that and I want to make them happy so I want to succeed in the ways that they think I can.

Saturday I got spend time with my favorite co-workers, Krystal, Kristen and Roger. Those people help keep me sane while at work. Kristen is just random and has the occasional mood swing but is goofy and fun. Krystal is my buddy and we work REALLY well as a team. Roger is always looking out for me, if I look lost he says "Follow me" and he gives me jobs that I can handle without overwhelming me. Roger I guess just really understands the way that I need to work! Anyway Saturday night was a reception followed by a dinner for 100 people, a big fancy thing for rich people! SO I start the night by butler passing hor d'oeuvres. And there were some really drunk guys that were more or less hitting on me and being playful but it was just funny and I went along with it. I kind of shocked myself, those types of things usually make me feel uncomfortable, I dont know if its that Im just becoming more comfortable over all or if I was in my hotel personality but it was just fun. That and someone tried what I was passing because I was "selling it so well with [my] smile". Anyway that night was fun, flirty and ended with a discussion of my innocence. Kristen loves me because of my innocence, because I dont have the need to drink or do drugs or have sex, she just thinks its too cute, which makes me laugh.
So here is to the innocence that I have and that I plan on keeping for a while!

In other news I am slowly coming to terms that the neighbor that has been in my life, for my whole life will probably not live very much longer. I will miss George, mostly because he was probably the closest thing that I had to a real grandfather, I mean I know that Stan was technically my step-grandfather but George was always looking out for me and teaching me some valuable life lessons! So I plan on writing about some of my memories of George and the stories that I have heard but am too young to really remember as time goes by.