Um... yeah, not much to tell about the last two weeks. Work. Lots and lots of work. 70 hours a week, every week. *drops dead*

It's not too bad, other than dealing with the idiotic people that can't follow directions. (Seriously, how hard is it to understand "Go to row 2"?!) Grouper makes me hate humanity. I like Standby greeter at night because there's no one there and you can watch the fireworks. I got totally SOAKED at Dispatch 2 the other night when it started hailing. I got bit on the arm by a fire ant that fell on my arm at Grouper 1. I got bit by something else on my ankle, and it's all swollen and blotchy. I like doing parade. One of the Enchanted Adventures Parade floats slid out in the rain last night and demolished a trash can and our crowd control rope in Liberty Square. The Enchanted Adventures Parade is LAME.

Coming out of the break room behind Splash on Saturday night, I saw an owl sitting on the fence. I almost walked right up to it. I stood within about 10 feet of it for a good 30 seconds before it noticed me and took off.

It rained all weekend. We had two inches of rain yesterday alone. Lightning at Splash is win, because we close and I don't have to do anything.

So I've spent the evening having a beer-and-Star-Wars marathon. After a couple of beers, Luke's whining ceases to be annoying and suddenly becomes HILARIOUS. I'm on beer #3 now and "The Empire Strikes Back." I want a pet tauntaun. Han and Leia are hot, snarky love together. I need another beer.