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2006-01-22 9:51 AM doe, a deer
**** it's early ( well, kinda early ) and it's grey and rather chilly outside. paychecks should be arriving sometime before dark, ( i know, that narrows it down, doesn't it? ) and i have every intention of working some words out. **** last night on the young thing's shift, a man came in and asked to use the bathroom. she gave her permission. wrong move. he was so drunk he could hardly stand on his own two feet, and i just had a bad feeling. sure enough, he went onto the bathroom and twenty minutes later he was still in there. so, i banged on the door. nothing. banged some more. still nothing. REALLY put my back into it, and banged. "WHAT? WHAT?" i'm sorry sir, you have got to come out of there. eventually, he did and i checked the bathroom...thank god he didn't puke or poop. i think he was laying on the floor trying to make the ground stop spinning. he made his way outside, and of course, nosy thing that i am i followed to see where he was going. he walked his own path, meaning he was traveling right down the middle of the road, so i called the po-po before he got squashed like a mosquito on a windshield. by the time the cops got here, he had wandered into the parking lot next door...so the cops took off to try to find him. ten minutes later he comes walking back in the front door. two minutes after that the friendly officers ( three cars this time ) pulled up, put on the cuffs and hauled him away, asking him, "When are you going to stop drinking, buddy?" evidently they are old aquantainces. *sigh* **** the new uniform shirts are so ugly. they are 100% polyester, long sleeved ( and i mean LONG! about four inches too long for the girlchild and about six for me ) and when you put them on and button the cuffs, it looks like a pirate shirt. or the puffy shirt on Seinfeld. the young thing absolutely refuses to wear it, saying that if Guido wants to write her up, then he can just do it. it will be interesting to see this battle. as far as taking on the other hotel...i would be stupid to pass it up. however, i'm sure not going to take it without a whole lot more training than i've gotten ( which would be none ) unless all that's required is common sense...which i do have. the paperwork and such is just extraneous, because usually i'm pretty quick on the uptake. i do know they send you away for a couple of weeks for a course that runs about $2000 ( paid for by the owner ) to get certified. if you don't pass the test the first time, they will send you again. the computer system is totally different from the one here, but again, i'm not worried about that part. it's basic. check-in, check-out, reports, what's dirty and what's clean, reservations. the other thing is i would be starting out from scratch. that is, they have no flag so they have no central reservations. meaning, they have no guests...all they have right now are walk-ins. so, that would mean getting out in the community and spreading the word of new management and getting those meeting rooms rented out. i'm guessing that means traveling around, lunching out, passing out cards and general schmoozing. *eep* i have no idea of the time frame for this, but i do know i'm not the only one up for the job. so, i could be angsting over this for nothing. at the same time, i can express my interest, take the training and wait out the day when Guido either crashes and burns or finds his own particular highway to heaven. the knight has expressed his concerns with the fact i put so much of myself into my job. ( like he's one to talk! i about fell out!! gimme a break! )and i know he has a point. i do have that tendency. balls out or nothing, baby. i guess i'll just wait and see what develops. the knight and i will take a ride to check it out, look over the place and see how far away it is, where it's located and what's nearby, and what kind of shape it's in. no guarantee i'll even get it, but i can look. **** well, i feel better now i've vomited that stuff up. now on to what i REALLY want to do. :) Read/Post Comments (3) Previous Entry :: Next Entry Back to Top |
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