Well That Would've Been Awkward...

If you've been reading RMG for more than a minute you know I've been pining away for literary famosity while juggling temp jobs and praying for a miracle every night before I go to sleep. Currently, I'm working in the administrative side of a political team and although I never thought it'd be my thing, I'm kind of in love with it. Because we're in the heated portion of a political campaign that'll reach its zenith this November, things around the office have been incredibly hectic with a side of stressful sauce.

This Friday my boss asked me to find a "nice resort" for three of our head honchos, who'd be coming down to South Florida for a company retreat this spring. After a few hours of research and some ridiculous prices (who actually pays $400 a night for a hotel these days?!), I found the perfect five star resort. I couldn't believe such a beautiful place could only be $189.00 a night and felt quite satisfied with myself as I copied the link into an email and forwarded it to my boss.

Five minutes later, she replied.

Her: Is this some sort of joke?

Me: What do you mean?

Her: Do you realize what you just sent me?

Me: The link to the Royal Palms Resort. It's beautiful, no? Five stars.

Her: Of course it's beautiful. But I'm certain top management isn't into *that* sort of ambience for their retreat. Go into the website and check it out.

So it turns out that the beautiful and economic Royal Palms is indeed five stars. And exclusively for the gay community.

Something tells me this isn't the right approach towards a permanent position.