late posting.

I'm a terrible summer blogger.





Well, I'm back from my trip. It was fine. Nothing special. I was hoping for breakthrough romantics but that didn't happen. Same old sex with the same old side of faked orgasms. He tries so hard in all the wrong places. Faking it saves his feelings.





Food was edible Cuban food. We made it to the beach twice. Most days it was just say 6 of us around the pool. If there was 50 people in the entire resort I'd be surprised.





Came home to bickering children over who had sleep overs and who didnt do their dishes. Then it was off to work the very next day and then work 15 days strait. So by the time it was said and done, it didn't feel much like a break.





I applied for another manager position the day we returned. Interviewed well and was rejected. I have accepted that I am simply not management material. Were done with that. Working a 35 hour work week at $13.00 an hour isn't too bad. I could be doing worse.





Being on the fitness floor has not proven to be worth my while. I was promised 40 hours in a work week and I have gotten 20. It's fine. I picked up a bit at the front desk and being honest it would be nice to take some time for me and Kate. I have decided to give up the front desk and give the fitness centre a chance every other weekend. I hope its the right choice.





Rob has hit and miss happiness. I wish that was more consistent. Lately I can't do anything right.

and thus begins my summer!