Have you ever noticed that there are some people who know how to "work" every situation they are in? They always get right to the front of the line, get the best tables at restaurants, find the perfect power suit within ten minutes of walking into a clothing store, and step off gravity-defying roller coasters with nary a hair out of place.

I've observed these people; I am not ONE of them. If I have a choice of two lines at the grocery store, both of them approximately equal in terms of the amount of people and items per cart, I will inevitably get in the line that takes an interminably long time to get to the checker. I will be in the line where every item is disputed for sale price, another item has a rip in the bag, and oh there's an egg that is cracked. Let's replace the entire box. You'll find me at the store - eyes glazed over - in a line that moves ahead at a snail's pace, while all of the other lines go at lightning speed.

Except last weekend. Last weekend I found myself at Disneyland - well, in Anaheim, CA, in Disneyland Territory - babysitting my six week old nephew (see previous blog entries about impending birth and subsequent entries) while my sister took her 5 year old son to Disneyland. My ability to "work" this situation wasn't due to any type of luck makeover on my part, however. It was only due to the fact that everybody at the hotel was at Disneyland or California Adventure.

If you've ever stayed at a hotel where business people are thick on the ground then you will appreciate how difficult it is to steal a few minutes at the hotel's business center computers to check your email. Imagine my joy when I realized that I was the only business person at the hotel who wanted to check their email frequently AND everybody else in the hotel was at DISNEYLAND! Oh if I could have seen that little three fingered mouse I would have kissed him and thanked him on the spot. I practically had the entire hotel to myself all day as my nephew ate, slept, ate some more, slept a bit longer... I was bouncing between the business center, the pool to read, and the fitness center with my baby nephew in tow, either in the baby sling on my shoulder or in his stroller. My office was forwarding business calls to me and I was able to actually stay abreast and close some deals while doing my sister a very large favor.

So although I wouldn't say that my "work it" quotient has gone up appreciably, for one Sunday/Monday stretch in Anaheim, I was the Work It Queen, and I loved it.