No hard feelings Hollyhock. Its been a nice cozy winter, sitting in my corner office overlooking the ocean, three days a week, tap-tapping away on my (thank god) Mac with the nice big monitor, grooving with the marketing team. I think I’ve done a pretty good job. But that’s enoughâ€”I’m too old for this nonsense.
This nonsense being, the act of sitting in front of a computer for 8 hrs a day (well ok less than that, with lunch and plenty of stretch breaks), investing my heart and soul into something which isn’t my passion. Don’t get me wrongâ€”I totally respect Hollyhock and the good people that make it tick. If I didn’t, I couldn’t work there for even five minutes, in any capacity. I respect, and I support. But I am 50 years old and I’ve only got so much juice in me. Life is too short to atrophy my body, or to pour out my soul, for something that isn’t the very reason why I am alive on this earth.
So I have asked for and received, a pay cut and a demotion. As of mid-May I’ll be back at my old job in Guest Services aka Hosting. Which mostly involves keeping the coffee bar and the dining room tidy, greeting incoming guests, and shuttling them and their excessive baggage to their rooms in a golf cart (I love driving the golf cart). I will find them extra pillows, soothe their owies, and remind them that all their travel pains are behind them and they are now HERE. Slip in a little dharma on the sly. I’ll tote heavy trays of glasses and bins full of hot tub towels, and I will mop and wipe and reach and bend. And at the end of the day, I will be tired, and sleep well.
<<image stolen from Sam Kalidi, with whom I am infatuated>>