So here I am.
It was one year ago today that I started my life at The Ritz-Carlton, Half Moon Bay.
(And not coincidentally, one year ago today that my commitment to blogging went the way of the dinosaur.)
It wasn't my ideal job.
Not even close.
Like, pretty damn far from what I wanted to do or even envisioned myself doing.
It was something to fill my time and simply earn a paycheck, with self sufficiency (and not living at home) as my ultimate goals (with a stringent deadline of before my 30th birthday.)
This happened, of course.
I make money (I could stand to make more, but that's a post for another day.)
I have an apartment.
And just about a month ago, I turned 30.
But so many other good things have come out of my start here 365 days ago.
I remembered how much I love this company, and its philosophy behind the treatment of its guests and employees.
I've met a lot of really really cool people that I get to work with every day. I've said it before: this company knows how to hire cool peeps.
Even during my time at the Ritz Carlton in Colorado, people there made me laugh every day. I really hope I never see a workplace where I don't laugh every day.
Most importantly found someone I really really love just about two months after I started at this hotel. It feels like a lot longer ago, but in a good way. As those of you who have gotten to meet Rob know, he has a very big heart--the biggest and kindest I've come across in all my 30 years.
We live in a nice, homey apartment about 3 miles from work. It's in Half Moon Bay, CA, which is about as far from where I saw myself as could be.
Its a small coastal community that my coworkers call "social suicide" if you're single and ready to mingle.
For us, it's perfect. We have beaches and hiking and restaurants and pumpkins. And each other.
Work's still not perfect. But satisfaction (and pay) are improving as my responsibilities increase.
All in all, not a bad year.
Not bad at all.
