I can't decide if the socially unusual yet hysterical people I'm surrounded by on a daily bases are a reality thanks to my line of work or a strange invisible radar I was born with. After a year of working in the hospitality industry I am more and more confident that I do not fit in this high stress, drama queen (men included) swarming, no personal life, smoke infested, suite wearing, unpredictable environment. However, I really wouldn't trade it for the world. The lucky folks I have been infiltrated with make Day of Our Lives come to life.
I must admit, I do contribute to the drama from time to time, but usually I just sit back in my cozy couch, turn on the TV and watch it all unfold around me. Regardless, I whisk through an average day dealing with an entire Type-A sales team, company executives, fluttery brides, spastic chefs, stiff FBI agents, demanding celebrities, toothless janitors (my favorite), and the cute convenience store worker I visit every day to get a pack of gum.
Regardless, I love what they all bring to my life.... even if social perfection is no where in sight.
