Crazies, interviews and major league baseball.

Well, today goes down in Jim-history as one of my weirdest with the Antlers Hilton. As the faithful readers know, I was to meet with (and did meet, just in case you were worrying) the VP of our company for my final interview for the management position, before they make an offer. Waking up this morning, I was positive that the interview would be the most unusual thing that would happen during the day. I was of course, wrong.

The day started out with a mumble. One of our guests forgot to mention when checking in, that she was, in fact, crazy. Last night, after checking in and paying cash, she tried to make several calls from her room. Because of her cash deposit, and lack of credit card, she was unable to, and complained to the front desk. She was told that a credit card would enable her to call from her room, and that there were payphones downstairs if she needed to call someone. They also told her not to worry, and that if there were an emergency, she would be able to contact 911 from her room. So she called 911. To let them know that the hotel wouldn't let her call people. Cops showed up. Handled things. She went back to her room.

This morning, she sat in the lobby for 3 or 4 hours, talking to herself, and randomly blurting things at random strangers. Finally, before she left, she started accusing everyone she saw of being her taxi driver, and forcing her to be late to her very important meeting. I even heard one lady apologize to her.

Later on, another guest who will be staying with us for a month rambled on about differing subjects. About how she's a poet, who has been forced against her will from the Sheriton. So she'll be with us for the next month. You can tell that she has interaction issues, but the nice thing is that she knows it. She pulled me aside today, and asked me to strike up a conversation with her if I notice her roaming the halls looking for someone to share poetry with. Because, she said, she will occasionally try to talk to people she shouldn't or share poetry with people who hate art. I felt like quoting Napoleon Dynamite... "I know what you mean."

She's sweet though, and knows she's crazy, so there's somethin we got goin for us.

A few hours later, I was just back from running a car up when a customer asked me to take him down to his car, parked in valet, because he needed to ship some things from the trunk. He looked like this. (Except not glowing...) So I helped him out, and on our way back, I asked him how long he'd be in the Springs. "Just today. Tomorrow I'm in Boston... then LA... I'm busy this week. But at least I get to see a couple baseball games." That's cool. What was his business I enquired? "I own a baseball team." Very matter of fact. Not pretentious... must be a minor league team. "So which team is that sir?" I asked. "The White Sox." and he added "world champs!" quietly while pumping his fist lightly for emphasis. My jaw dropped. But... it had been a day of crazies, and a gentleman, claiming to own the world champion baseball team was not as weird as some of the stuff that had happened, so I retained my doubts... but he really was who he said he was... He even signed his business card for me... I told him I'm a fan, and of our onesie war. (Sarah's family and friends have been sending us onesies for the baby. Some Sox, some Cubs...) And the debate over whether the baby will be a Sox or Cubs fan... he laughed. We had a good talk, and I shipped his FedEx.

Well... while you were reading this. I was eating dinner. Pretty cool huh? Bet you didn't even know.

Well, later on this morning, after I got off work, I had my interview with Larry V. Everything went great, and he said that he's going to get together with the folks I met with last week, and discuss what they're going to offer me. So there it is. On the table... I'll let you know when I know more.

Peace