After some back and forth my current company has allowed me to work virtually for the month of December, which I'm psyched about. I have to work year 'round, and this gives me a little bit of cushion for our first month on island as I won't have to rush like a mad woman trying to secure employment.
Last year I worked out of the house doing admin for a realtor, which worked out well enough. That may spring up again when we hit 2008, but for now I'm not counting on it. What I am counting on is happily buzzed tourists opening their wallets; this year I'm going for tips.
I've already called the one that's on the top of my list - Magen's Bay Beach. They have a bar on the beach, and they have servers who will strut up and down bringing daiquiris and margaritas straight to you - whether you're on your lounge chair or floating in the surf. I want to be one of those servers, for a couple of shifts a week. A) for the exercise B) for the tips. So I've been busting my butt with arm weights, crunches and sweating on the treadmill in preparation should I get the job. You see, the servers wear bikinis while they work, and while I'm fine with myself in a bathing suit on a regular day at the beach with our buddies the scrutiny goes way up when you're walking back and forth in front of tourists.
Especially the female ones. We love to scrutinize other chicks in their suits don't we ladies? Catty bitches...all of us. I'm guilty of it. There's a couple of beach walkers in their 20's, with perfect little bodies. Then there's the one who looks slightly older and wears a suit with slighty more coverage, and when the Man and I saw her last year we were like 'If SHE can do it then I can do it!'. I'll meet with them when we're on island to see if they're in the market for a 33 yr old, big personalitied, needs-a-tan, small-chested chick with a not-yet-toned-but-getting-there boot-tay.
Add in a cowboy hat and some sweet-talking and y'all would buy a rum punch from me right?
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if my winter travels bring me to your island this year I will definitely buy more than a few rum punches from your sweet ass :)
I'd buy a rum and punch from ya no matter what! Oh, and I tip well too. Sounds like a great plan. The thought of hanging on an island just sounds great right now.
Cheers,
BH
How is it that you get to live in paradise each winter? Can I sign up? And I would totally buy my drinks from you. We small chests need to stick together!
I think you are pretty hot, ROFL!! (Here's where I am supposed to say, I wouldn't kick you out of bed, but somehow it just doesn't seem right....LOLOLOLOL!!!)
*AHEM AND ANYWAY*
I think the name Kitty is sticking for now. I just can't seem to come up with anything else and the more I call her Kitty the more it sees that it is meant to be her name.
She is feeling much better now, having recovered from an apparent reaction to her rabies shot...weird. She is back to plotting EXACTLY how she is going to eat the finches. It is hilarious. She just sits and stares at them. I need to get a picture of it. She is not impervious to the water bottle, she just twitches her tail at me like "Hey, enough of that already. I'm planning dinner here." But she hasn't jumped at the cage or anything. I am hoping she will lose interest soon. I hope.
Happy planning and crunching and all that other workout stuff!!
~Ronna
How. Much. Fun. Would that be. Wow. Shake it like a Polaroid picture, my friend, and make some dollas.
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