January 17th, 2006

Company Time

Back on the Chain Gang

Work is a bitch. I've got three guys booked in a hotel in Park City Utah that they want to cancel and the miserable place has a 14 day cancel policy. Apparently the bookings are during Sundance. You'd think this would mean the rooms would be easy to re-sell and they'd show a little mercy, but apparently not. The people I talked to today acted like something that rhymes with bricks.

It's my fault for booking last Friday with out doing a verbal advisory on the cancel policy, but I was afraid if I didn't book it, they'd want the space and then I wouldn't be able to get it. Damn Damn Damn. Ah the joys of travel agentry. Mamas don't let your babies grow up to be travel agents. I mean it.
If I can't get this fixed, I'm in a world of hurt.

So after being a complete head case cos I wasn't getting feedback on my songfic, I reposted it, pimped it a bit and VOILA: warm fuzzies. I am such a crackwhore for comments. It's pathetic. But you know, Beta-goddess Carol and I worked really hard on the damn.

Mr. Hugh Laurie won the Golden Globe last night. OMG. The hotness and cuteness in one adorable, tuxedoed package. YUMMYRIFFIC. I love you Hugh!
Luckily Hubby was not at home to watch me mewl and writhe and re-watch about 3 or 4 times on my blessed Tivo.