|Dorm room on move in day last August|
Our girl child called. Things are generally good although she's had a very busy week, with homecoming this last weekend, and a film screening with friends, and a huge overwhelming data project for which she had to analyze why her properties weren't performing up to par and then present the problem and the solution in charts and slides and templates. I'm just impressed that she can figure out what sets of data (staffing, occupancy rates, revenue streams, amenities, whatever) she needs to come up with to answer the question of why her properties aren't performing. Never mind the way they're surreptitiously training her to think in terms of her properties.
For the project, she decided she owns a chain of hotels. She named them Arrindell Arms, after the title of the cookbook our family compiled and self-published as gifts one Christmas (using Tastebook.com). Her dad said, "But Arrindell Arms is a bed and breakfast." It's what we playfully call our apartment because my husband usually rustles up a sumptuous breakfast for our regular stream of guests. "Gotta keep up, Dad," our daughter joked. "We've expanded. We have a chain of full service hotels now."
Then the next morning she called and said she was feeling grumpy. We figured out that maybe she had been too much with people for too many days in a row, and needed some alone time to watch Netflix and just mentally float. She said, "That sort of makes sense because I think I'm really an introvert with extrovert tendencies, meaning I'm able to be very social, but after a while I feel depleted by being so social and have to be alone to recharge." I had no idea she had done any thinking about introvert and extrovert tendencies, but I'd say she nailed it. She described her mother in that sentence, too.
|With friends and fellow Hotelies last weekend|