Living in Paradise

Oh, hello!

I was reading (and deleting) past blog posts, because, well, they were terrifying. I'm not sure I even knew how angry I was, but maybe I was just drunk.

Anyways,
I now live in St. Thomas in the US Virgin Islands. It's a weird place. I spend a lot of my time not enjoying myself mostly for reasons that are of my own accord. I could just suck it up and like it more, but then the things that I cannot control make me realize that I don't really want to.
I not so secretly assume that I don't let myself like it here because it has been my intention from the get go to spend one, and only one, year here. This is a stepping stone, a jumping off point if you will.
For instance, right now, at 5:22 am, my job is more than halfway finished. I have been here for 8 hours, and I will be here for about another 4 and a half. Why do I work so many hours, you ask? Oh, well let me explain..
I am 23. I am the overnight manager of a resort in the carribbean. (This is hotel lingo for "we stay busy") So, in the morning when the other managers start to arrive, normally, the overnight manager would go home. Oh... But this is my first time in a position of authority. I don't blame anyone for me staying late, I am here to prove myself. That's what the "stepping stone" comment was all about. And so, I help. Everywhere. Anything they need. Sometimes they ask, sometimes they don't, but I do it anyway.

Can I submit this post with my resume when I apply for my next job? :)


Sincerely,

Leslie "Island Fever" Lezon