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have you ever felt so different from other people that you think it a complete and total miracle that you even speak the same language?
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well, i guess you could say i've fallen in a funk and i can't get up, and you would be right. i haven't done any writing, ( i sit and stare at the yellow legal pad, and it reproaches me ) work has sucked hairy monkey balls, there are physical things going on, and things just seem too big right now.
i know some of it is a sleep-pattern disruption, and although i am totally aware that is one of the biggest triggers i have, i was helpless to avoid it this time.
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saturday night we had a busload of 50 Future Farmers of America stay here, and they were wired for sound. they never stopped...running, thumping, giggling, running some more... i think it was 5 am before i finally fell asleep and then woke up an hour an a half later in the middle of an anxiety attack.
the fact that Guido had screwed up the entire check-in process did not help at all.
don't those kids have something to grow??
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sunday i worked a couple of extra hours, and there were two women in a room that were supposed to check out by 11 AM. at 1:45 the police had to be called to escort them out, and they were not happy. i believe among the various ephitets were included "ignorant bitch", "stupid cunt" and my favorite, "fucking asshole."
when the head housekeeper went up to clean the room, she came down completely horrified and said, "You have to see this."
no. no i didn't, but i went up anyway.
wow.
trashed. polluted, even. joints, cigarettes, booze. sex toys and used condoms everywhere. we gloved up, bundled it all in two big garbage bags ( sheets included ) and took to out to the dumpster.
the smell was horrendous.
*sigh*
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yesterday, there were two rooms rented to one family. at first they were on the top floor, because they requested smoking and that's the only floor where smoking is allowed. the mother came downstairs the night before and bitched about water pressure, no hot water, no microwave or fridge ( which was not requested on check-in ) and blah blah blah. she was very rude. the young thing that works the desk was on at that time, and she offered to move them to the first floor, which she did.
the two rooms on the third floor were totally trashed.
so my shift, monday. at 10:45 the mother calls and says the two teen boys staying in a separate room were checking out, and she was staying another day and would be up to pay. i said fine, but you need to do it by noon at the latest. ( check-out is at 11 AM. )
at 11:50 the two ( stoned ) teens come out of their room, wander in the breakfast room and i heard one of them say, "Dude, where's the food??"
the breakfast room closes at 10 AM. dumbass. you're supposed to be checked out anyway.
so i ask...you guys checking out or what?
we don't know.
well, you better find out because check-out was almost an hour ago.
they go back to their room.
12:15...no check out, no money, no nothing.
hellfire.
i call the mother's room. the daughter says she's out but she should be back any minute. the boys are supposed to be out, she's outraged they're still here.
i call their room. tell them they have to get out, the housekeeping staff is only here a certain amount of time, and we need that room vacated. they are welcome to wait in the lobby, or in their mother's room.
he tells me i don't have to be so rude about it and hangs up on me.
12:45...one of the teen boys walks up and says they don't have their ride yet. by this time i am well and truly aggravated, and i tell him politely that's not my problem, they need to leave the room right now or pay right now.
he tells me this is harassment.
i said this is not harassment, this is you haven't paid for your room for another day and you have got to go. that's the policy.
once again, i'm a bitch. ( big deal. coming from him it's almost a compliment. )
they pack up and start heading out, and in the meantime the mother comes back and i see her packing up and heading out. the back door.
good. go. goodbye. cya.
and of course, the rooms are totally trashed.
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i can't believe how people behave. it's amazing.
****
and today....jesus wept, is it something in the air??
another kid and his girlfriend...the night guy gave them a 1 o'clock check-out. ( he does that again and i will beat his ass. )
1:15 they are nowhere to be seen.
i call...they're just waking up. WTF, people??
*sigh*
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this is not including the two lying monkey butts that smuggled TWELVE FREAKING KIDS into two rooms for a birthday party ( which is not allowed here. ) per state law you can only have four people per double room, two per single. i can't help it; i didn't draft the law, i didn't vote on the law, i didn't present the law and i didn't pass the law. call your senator.
they wanted to go swimming, besides. are you kidding me??
are you freaking kidding me?????
NO. hell no. there's no lifeguard, you're not supposed to have that many kids in two rooms, and i'm certainly not going to put my ass on the line. ( i didn't say this, i just said the pool is out of order, so sorry. ) in the meantime, someone calls and wants to book a swimming party.
we don't have swimming parties here.
you have a pool, don't you?
we don't have swimming parties here.
my friend just had one.
she did not book a swimming party here because we don't allow swimming parties. not to say people don't try to put one over on us, but if you want a swimming party, call the YMCA.
yes, i know i'm a bitch.
*sigh*
****
yep, nothing but shits and giggles here at the happydale ranch.
****
then, Guido has implemented these totally inane, unneccesary and brainless busy-work lists to do on your shift. do i think they're stupid? yes. do i think they're useless? yes. do i do them? yes. it's my job, so i do them.
he came in here today all ready to jump on my ass because i didn't put them in his book. i put them in his in-box instead, because i didn't know where else to put them.
i thought i told you it was mandatory these lists be done on every shift.
you did.
they're not in the book.
they're in your in-box. ( sotto voice - DUMBASS. )
oh.
HAH.
guess what? his employee of the year didn't do one list, one phone call, failed to take credit card imprints and ID's as required and messed up the taxes on two different rooms.
whatever.
****
enough bitching for you? i know it was plenty for me.
there has to be some humor in here somewhere, but for the life of me i can't see it yet.
****
well, i guess you could say i've fallen in a funk and i can't get up, and you would be right. i haven't done any writing, ( i sit and stare at the yellow legal pad, and it reproaches me ) work has sucked hairy monkey balls, there are physical things going on, and things just seem too big right now.
i know some of it is a sleep-pattern disruption, and although i am totally aware that is one of the biggest triggers i have, i was helpless to avoid it this time.
****
saturday night we had a busload of 50 Future Farmers of America stay here, and they were wired for sound. they never stopped...running, thumping, giggling, running some more... i think it was 5 am before i finally fell asleep and then woke up an hour an a half later in the middle of an anxiety attack.
the fact that Guido had screwed up the entire check-in process did not help at all.
don't those kids have something to grow??
****
sunday i worked a couple of extra hours, and there were two women in a room that were supposed to check out by 11 AM. at 1:45 the police had to be called to escort them out, and they were not happy. i believe among the various ephitets were included "ignorant bitch", "stupid cunt" and my favorite, "fucking asshole."
when the head housekeeper went up to clean the room, she came down completely horrified and said, "You have to see this."
no. no i didn't, but i went up anyway.
wow.
trashed. polluted, even. joints, cigarettes, booze. sex toys and used condoms everywhere. we gloved up, bundled it all in two big garbage bags ( sheets included ) and took to out to the dumpster.
the smell was horrendous.
*sigh*
****
yesterday, there were two rooms rented to one family. at first they were on the top floor, because they requested smoking and that's the only floor where smoking is allowed. the mother came downstairs the night before and bitched about water pressure, no hot water, no microwave or fridge ( which was not requested on check-in ) and blah blah blah. she was very rude. the young thing that works the desk was on at that time, and she offered to move them to the first floor, which she did.
the two rooms on the third floor were totally trashed.
so my shift, monday. at 10:45 the mother calls and says the two teen boys staying in a separate room were checking out, and she was staying another day and would be up to pay. i said fine, but you need to do it by noon at the latest. ( check-out is at 11 AM. )
at 11:50 the two ( stoned ) teens come out of their room, wander in the breakfast room and i heard one of them say, "Dude, where's the food??"
the breakfast room closes at 10 AM. dumbass. you're supposed to be checked out anyway.
so i ask...you guys checking out or what?
we don't know.
well, you better find out because check-out was almost an hour ago.
they go back to their room.
12:15...no check out, no money, no nothing.
hellfire.
i call the mother's room. the daughter says she's out but she should be back any minute. the boys are supposed to be out, she's outraged they're still here.
i call their room. tell them they have to get out, the housekeeping staff is only here a certain amount of time, and we need that room vacated. they are welcome to wait in the lobby, or in their mother's room.
he tells me i don't have to be so rude about it and hangs up on me.
12:45...one of the teen boys walks up and says they don't have their ride yet. by this time i am well and truly aggravated, and i tell him politely that's not my problem, they need to leave the room right now or pay right now.
he tells me this is harassment.
i said this is not harassment, this is you haven't paid for your room for another day and you have got to go. that's the policy.
once again, i'm a bitch. ( big deal. coming from him it's almost a compliment. )
they pack up and start heading out, and in the meantime the mother comes back and i see her packing up and heading out. the back door.
good. go. goodbye. cya.
and of course, the rooms are totally trashed.
****
i can't believe how people behave. it's amazing.
****
and today....jesus wept, is it something in the air??
another kid and his girlfriend...the night guy gave them a 1 o'clock check-out. ( he does that again and i will beat his ass. )
1:15 they are nowhere to be seen.
i call...they're just waking up. WTF, people??
*sigh*
****
this is not including the two lying monkey butts that smuggled TWELVE FREAKING KIDS into two rooms for a birthday party ( which is not allowed here. ) per state law you can only have four people per double room, two per single. i can't help it; i didn't draft the law, i didn't vote on the law, i didn't present the law and i didn't pass the law. call your senator.
they wanted to go swimming, besides. are you kidding me??
are you freaking kidding me?????
NO. hell no. there's no lifeguard, you're not supposed to have that many kids in two rooms, and i'm certainly not going to put my ass on the line. ( i didn't say this, i just said the pool is out of order, so sorry. ) in the meantime, someone calls and wants to book a swimming party.
we don't have swimming parties here.
you have a pool, don't you?
we don't have swimming parties here.
my friend just had one.
she did not book a swimming party here because we don't allow swimming parties. not to say people don't try to put one over on us, but if you want a swimming party, call the YMCA.
yes, i know i'm a bitch.
*sigh*
****
yep, nothing but shits and giggles here at the happydale ranch.
****
then, Guido has implemented these totally inane, unneccesary and brainless busy-work lists to do on your shift. do i think they're stupid? yes. do i think they're useless? yes. do i do them? yes. it's my job, so i do them.
he came in here today all ready to jump on my ass because i didn't put them in his book. i put them in his in-box instead, because i didn't know where else to put them.
i thought i told you it was mandatory these lists be done on every shift.
you did.
they're not in the book.
they're in your in-box. ( sotto voice - DUMBASS. )
oh.
HAH.
guess what? his employee of the year didn't do one list, one phone call, failed to take credit card imprints and ID's as required and messed up the taxes on two different rooms.
whatever.
****
enough bitching for you? i know it was plenty for me.
there has to be some humor in here somewhere, but for the life of me i can't see it yet.
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