Aloha kakahiaka!

 

It's about 830am here and I'm a little early in the office, trying to get organized before everyone else arrives. I figured I'd let you know what happened last night because I already have a "Molly" story. I'll keep it quick...

Basically, as I was going to go to sleep I looked in the left upper corner of my room and saw a GECKO (you have to imagine you are me for this to work/be hilarious). Obviously its late and I cant scream like a chicken with my head cut off so I run out of the room knees high and hands covering my mouth, hair looking crazy and contacts in still. I have a little corridor in the main house so I run into the living room which is right next to my little home. The living room is beautiful and french inspired and all white and absolutely not for really "living". I'm in my little sleep shorts and a crop (what I wear to sleep) but not really in any position to be seen my the people I work with on my FIRST day at all so this situation has all become quite problematic for me over a five inch little gecko. I decide I'm a punk and that I'm absolutely NOT going to sleep in the gecko room but rather I'm going to pass out on the couch with my contacts on as well as all my clothes and just hope that Sylvia (the owner of HM, and in essence my boss) doesn't see me passed out on the couch. Actually, it was about 5am in NY and I was blowing up everyone's phone trying to figure out what I should do about this gecko. So I'm lying on this beautiful couch I'm not sure if anyone actually sits on and I hear her above me (I'm in her part of the house) and I quietly call out "Sylviaaaa" and shock the hell out of her. The whole house is dark and obviously she wasn't expecting anyone to be awake. And she leans over the balcony corridor and asks me whats up. I tell her my little gecko story and she basically assures me the gecko wont get me and I am fine and they are everywhere. This OBVIOUSLY does not put my mind at ease that these lizards are all over the house and island. I decide after a while I can handle the gecko because all they do is crawl on walls and it wont hurt me (being I am at least 500x their size) and I finally drift off into sleep. I wake up and the gecko is gone! I looked all over my bathroom and room and living area and actually just told Sylvia and Stephanie (an event planner here) what happened. We all laughed, but I am still afraid of geckos. The end.

That's the living room. See me in the mirror? Hi!