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usually, sunday is my favorite day of the week, as long as i'm not working. when i am working on sunday, does the day retain its "favorite" status?
not so much.
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last week, the Golden Boy (you remember him, right? the one we had to pray for or chant for in the Major Meeting?) thought it would be a good idea if he shut down the top floor of his hotel, since they weren't that busy and they weren't using those rooms. way to save on utilities.
sure. looks good on paper, until you factor in the close-to-zero temperatures of last week.
pipes froze. water main broke. total flood.
we've been taking in people who were either staying there or had reservations to stay there, and honoring Golden Boy's rates, which are lower (sometimes MUCH lower) than ours. (we have different flags.) this is killing my ADR and RevPar, but at this point, why should i care? really?
people told stories of water dripping from the ceiling on to them as they slept. man, i have to say that's worse than two days of the power outtage (but not worse than all five. no way. nothing comes close.)
it will take one-hundred thousand dollars to just clean it up, then another four to five-hundred thousand to renovate. they had to shut 'er down.
that karma. ain't she something?
****
so, there were some little fires to be put out, making for a long shift. housekeepers freaked because there was a dog in a room (arrangements had been made but not communicated; the housekeepers will not go anywhere near a room that has an animal in it,) the board and bucket did not match (which pisses me off SO MUCH....come on! five minutes once per shift!! how fucking HARD is that? omg, don't get me started) and it was a PIA to get that boy band out of two rooms on the third floor. no one bothered to tell me about the room switch, and the phone, of course, is ringing incessantly. you know how much i love that. a smackdown on cell phone usage was not popular, either. the knight called and is having medical problems (not of a serious nature, but still.)
and then, the elevator goes on the fritz. of course, it's sunday, and there's no one to be found to come out and fix it.
do you have any idea how pissed off people get when the elevator breaks? trust me. they get really, REALLY pissed off.
*sigh*
i don't blame them, really. my room is on the third floor, too.
****
but, lest we think all is lost, there were many bright spots.
well, a few, anyway.
the Giants won their wild-card game against Tampa Bay. this is Most Excellent. it was a good game, from what i was able to watch.
payday. that was good. (not great; i took a hit when i took those christmas days off. but still.)
the Dancer just gets better and better at her job. i really like her a lot; she's down-to-earth and smart as a whip, despite (or maybe because of) her background. we click.
she's trying to have a baby with her husband, and i'm on deck to administer the medication she's been prescribed to help with this. (i did this once before with a good friend, and she had success! i used to tease her husband and say look! we made a baby! heh.)
when she's on shift, it's a good night.
****
when the elevator broke, i went in to the Mechanical Room to throw the breaker switch to see if resetting it would work. the Posse wouldn't let me go alone, so there were four of us holding the fort. Moony (so named because he moons after me all the time, as IF...too young and too many gold teefs) was at the first door, holding it open, Gangsta (no explanation necessary, i'm sure) was in front of him, and Buddy standing by the second door. i told Buddy, look, if i flip this breaker and it electrocutes me, tell my kids and my momma i love them. he snortled.
so i reach up to flip the breaker, and doesn't the fuckah make this big "EEEEEEEEENT" noise? i almost pissed myself, and these guys are howling.
okay, do i was giggling too. he got me good. buttmunch.
i'll get him. *gigglesnort* oh, he just doesn't know.
****
and THEN, at dinnertime, my buddy the Former Night Guy and his Expecting Darling knocked on my door to visit, and invited me out for dinner. it was lovely! so good to see them (she's got a little belly to show, and he's got a matching one HAHA) and it was great to catch up and visit with them. they want to do this once a month or so, and i really, really appreciate them staying in touch like this.
it was worth climbing three flights of stairs. kinda. the knee didn't like it much.
gah.
****
i told Buddy this afternoon if he didn't see me in the morning, to check the stairwell. my fat ass'll be stuck between the second and first floor.
heh.
****
it was seventy degrees today. this is insane.
****
just another day in Nettaland. not as much fun as Disney, but still...
Check out TSB for the most legal fun you can have with your clothes on.
not so much.
****
last week, the Golden Boy (you remember him, right? the one we had to pray for or chant for in the Major Meeting?) thought it would be a good idea if he shut down the top floor of his hotel, since they weren't that busy and they weren't using those rooms. way to save on utilities.
sure. looks good on paper, until you factor in the close-to-zero temperatures of last week.
pipes froze. water main broke. total flood.
we've been taking in people who were either staying there or had reservations to stay there, and honoring Golden Boy's rates, which are lower (sometimes MUCH lower) than ours. (we have different flags.) this is killing my ADR and RevPar, but at this point, why should i care? really?
people told stories of water dripping from the ceiling on to them as they slept. man, i have to say that's worse than two days of the power outtage (but not worse than all five. no way. nothing comes close.)
it will take one-hundred thousand dollars to just clean it up, then another four to five-hundred thousand to renovate. they had to shut 'er down.
that karma. ain't she something?
****
so, there were some little fires to be put out, making for a long shift. housekeepers freaked because there was a dog in a room (arrangements had been made but not communicated; the housekeepers will not go anywhere near a room that has an animal in it,) the board and bucket did not match (which pisses me off SO MUCH....come on! five minutes once per shift!! how fucking HARD is that? omg, don't get me started) and it was a PIA to get that boy band out of two rooms on the third floor. no one bothered to tell me about the room switch, and the phone, of course, is ringing incessantly. you know how much i love that. a smackdown on cell phone usage was not popular, either. the knight called and is having medical problems (not of a serious nature, but still.)
and then, the elevator goes on the fritz. of course, it's sunday, and there's no one to be found to come out and fix it.
do you have any idea how pissed off people get when the elevator breaks? trust me. they get really, REALLY pissed off.
*sigh*
i don't blame them, really. my room is on the third floor, too.
****
but, lest we think all is lost, there were many bright spots.
well, a few, anyway.
the Giants won their wild-card game against Tampa Bay. this is Most Excellent. it was a good game, from what i was able to watch.
payday. that was good. (not great; i took a hit when i took those christmas days off. but still.)
the Dancer just gets better and better at her job. i really like her a lot; she's down-to-earth and smart as a whip, despite (or maybe because of) her background. we click.
she's trying to have a baby with her husband, and i'm on deck to administer the medication she's been prescribed to help with this. (i did this once before with a good friend, and she had success! i used to tease her husband and say look! we made a baby! heh.)
when she's on shift, it's a good night.
****
when the elevator broke, i went in to the Mechanical Room to throw the breaker switch to see if resetting it would work. the Posse wouldn't let me go alone, so there were four of us holding the fort. Moony (so named because he moons after me all the time, as IF...too young and too many gold teefs) was at the first door, holding it open, Gangsta (no explanation necessary, i'm sure) was in front of him, and Buddy standing by the second door. i told Buddy, look, if i flip this breaker and it electrocutes me, tell my kids and my momma i love them. he snortled.
so i reach up to flip the breaker, and doesn't the fuckah make this big "EEEEEEEEENT" noise? i almost pissed myself, and these guys are howling.
okay, do i was giggling too. he got me good. buttmunch.
i'll get him. *gigglesnort* oh, he just doesn't know.
****
and THEN, at dinnertime, my buddy the Former Night Guy and his Expecting Darling knocked on my door to visit, and invited me out for dinner. it was lovely! so good to see them (she's got a little belly to show, and he's got a matching one HAHA) and it was great to catch up and visit with them. they want to do this once a month or so, and i really, really appreciate them staying in touch like this.
it was worth climbing three flights of stairs. kinda. the knee didn't like it much.
gah.
****
i told Buddy this afternoon if he didn't see me in the morning, to check the stairwell. my fat ass'll be stuck between the second and first floor.
heh.
****
it was seventy degrees today. this is insane.
****
just another day in Nettaland. not as much fun as Disney, but still...
Check out TSB for the most legal fun you can have with your clothes on.
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