At my job, we leave each other notes if someone makes a mistake or if there’s a question on a reservation or client. Today, there was a note in my inbox that read: ‘Michelle — Use the red pen sparingly.’ and went on to list the only time it is acceptable to use a red pen. I AM NOT KIDDING. I remember the reservation that I may have gone overboard on, but only because I added a sentence in red to the bottom detailing a guest request. WHY DID I OVER-ROUGE THE RES!?
Then, this afternoon I noticed a missed call from my work. No voicemail, so I called back to see what was up. My co-worker said “Oh, I was confused about something, but I figured it out and left you a note.” The dreaded notes! Now I am obsessing over what the note could possibly be about. She didn’t leave a voicemail the first time and made it clear during our conversation that I wasn’t going to be told what the note was about, so I can’t call back. I’ve been going over and over in my mind every reservation and conversation I’ve had with a guest, and trying to think of even the smallest thing (the pen is RED!) that I could have done wrong. I can’t think of ANYTHING. I don’t work again until Monday, so I won’t know until then. Clearly, its not anything thats a really big deal, or I would definitely be told.
On top of that, Tim and I are worried about where we should live. We found a house we really liked in Napa, but then we found out the area its in might not be the safest. We’d love to stay in Calistoga; its safe and the town is friendly. The schools in the district are good and the commute is great. There is a house here that is in our price range, but we’d have to do a lot more work to it than the Napa house. I think its worth it, but I am so scared of making the wrong decision.
A LOL that cheered me up:
A year ago Stabler had his first bath….while he’s had several baths since then, none have come close to this experience:
I decided to be very Parisian today and had part of a baguette, cheese and grapes for lunch. For dinner, I had more grapes and a white chocolate-macadamia nut cookie; definitely not French but very tasty, nonetheless.
We put a very strong offer on a great house last week but it was turned down in favor of a cash offer (we think that the reason, either that or a bigger downpayment). We really wanted this house and were depressed when we lost it. We’ve got five houses to look at on Thursday, and hopefully one of them is THE house.
Watermelon is summer.
