As promised today's fresh post .............

Nothing big or profound just my comments .Maybe a first though , in the past have written about my psych issues , and gynie problems but today is the first time I have ever mentioned foot oder which lately has been causing some embarrassment . More ahead on that .................

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Moi's been very busy the last few days preventing me from writing anything beyond a few sentences .Too much work and then too tired the next day to write or do much anything else . Even today couldn't get one up earlier since I had to go into work for the weekly manager's meeting . Which as always was a huge huge bore............

Except for one embarrassing point when one of the other manager's noticed foot oder.
Even though things have been slow we're pretty booked up this week-end since people from all around the metro area with some from as far off as Paducah are coming into see the famous NUTCRACKER show . Karin's seen it but I haven't , you tend to miss out out on high cultural stuff growing up in the slums

. The first time I heard about the famous ballet I was 18 and thought it was either some professional wrestler goon or how my friend Leslie who was already dabbling in sex for pay had some rich guy pay her I think $200 to kick him in the groin .................

Anyway I should be busy keeping up with all the guests .
It's snowing today which really makes it seem like the holiday season .You can put up all the lites and inflated Santa's you want but I need snow to make it seem holiday time .Nice to see white stuff come down

This also the first holiday season in years when I wasn't broke and scrambling for money

The only other time this happened was 6 years ago when I was on unemployment and my bf Rusty was paying my rent .Other then that I've always been poor since the hotel business slows then drys up after Thanksgiving and with that the tips that were such a big part of my income as either a cocktail waitress or bartender .Now I am a suit with a guaranteed check and the money from my pt job at the country

But I guess every silver cloud has a black lining , it's also the most expensive time of the year and money flies out the window what with buying presents . It sucks all the more since my bank is offering a good deal on a CD and not the kind you hear few times and then get bored with but the money making kind :Oh well....................what can you do ? Still looking forward to going out to the mall and downtown to see all the pretty decorations , don't want to be SCROOGE or our very own WINSTON SMITH .

Although the hotel has been very slow the last few days did have one of my better times in the work world talking to Siobhan friday nite

.She's ass't Banquets manager and actually the driving force in that department now .But used to be one of my cocktail waitresses in the bar and we always got along . She was in to work a small reception which ended quickly then dropped in my mini office first to say good nite but we ended up doing some talking .Siobhan's very happy her army bf is back from Iraq , you could see it all over her face . Am sure she's relived he's safe and they have a future.But also very happy about the reunion sex which had me happy for her ,excited ,and jealous

.From what she said they f*cked like rabbits for two days straight with them not even bathing & getting there clothes on till the third day when they had to make a army party

Moi took it all in stride though and had some intense fun of her own with her beloved saturday .

More important was being happy for her since she really is good woman who deserves a good life with someone of her own whose got something to him , not the asshole back home who left her with 2 kids then took off for the UK

. Her kids and a auntie are coming in 2 weeks from Ireland and the kids will be staying on . The Sarge she says is even looking forward to meeting them which is amazing to moi since in the past the men or really over grown little boys are never excited about dealing with another guys kids or very often can take off ..................
It also happily hit us how our realities at the hotel have changed so much . Not that long ago moi was a bartender and she was a cocktail waitress here on contract . Neither one of us having any formal schooling since we were teen agers and no management training from the corporation either . Now here we were junior executives in tailored company skirt suits and in heels with the room service waiter bringing us freshly made coffee

Also that nite we were the highest ranking employees in the hotel

.We were the undisputed bosses or as we were calling ourselves goddesses running the whole dam place ................

My foot oder trouble began sunday at my pt job at the country club . I worked part of the brunch then a private party with the ultra popular May Wah . Really was hectic, we ran around for 5 hours if not serving food then bringing drinks and in May Wah case talking to a long list of people who adore her .Although moi can get jealous all the attention on her is god since I can do my job and not have to think of smart or funny things to say or TBH get snickered at by the rich city people because of my accent .

The last hour or so like so many of the wonder my Wah took off her shoes to be comfy so set hat I noticed how cramped my feet were in my $22 flat from a Wal-Mart and kicked them off. Wasn't long before Calvin the busboy grabbed his nose and said there was something funky in the air. I could smell of to and the smell led right back to my feet . Don't know what since I had take a shower that morning and the
pantyhose had Ben washed out and dry .but it really is nasty . Moi was happy to hear the more perfect then perfect May Wah to admit to the same problem and which made me feel a little better , she put her shoes right back on too as did .
This morning I chalked it up to a nasty interaction between the sweat ,
nylon ,and the no doubt plastic shoes ( even though the label says 10% leather but there from Mexico where labels don't mean anything )and forgot about it . Then in another pair of
pantyhose under the table took off my boots during the manager's meeting only to have another manager began to look sick complaining of a foul smell. I tried to get my boots back on without drawing any attention which was easy since everyone was all now complaining of the smell offering up explanations from a dead skunk in the heating ducts to some ex employee or terrorists throwing a stink bomb in the hotel ................once my boots were back on the smell and complaining ended.

I took off one boot in the car and even in the cool crisp winter air that smell was there..............
My gf noticed the smell when I got home and took my boots off. In fact Karin almost turned blue ..............

I washed ( actually scoured ) my feet and am now in 100% cotton white socks while the
pantyhose are back in the washer and will be tossed out ( or maybe mailed to someone I hate

) if they come out with a trace of that awful oder.Karin says I could have some fungus or infection and if the smell comes back she can use contacts to get me into a podiatrist .Hope this isn't a big issue since moi is a confirmed barefooter ...................
So now very comfy in a old lite gray falling apart crew neck sweater, white T shirt , old falling apart jeans and white socks !!!
Alive in spite of myself and looking at the world .........