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cranked out
*phew*
three pieces in stage one, possibly four by the time i go to bed (which won't be long now.)
i'm as done with the sales stuff as i'm going to be. the RD and i have been going round and round in email -- i'm supposed to give him my contact's name, address, email, etc. for what purpose, i know not. well, i have a glimmer of an idea. two ideas, actually.
and for real, he's got all copies of all my spreadsheets.
one -- he wants to check up on me like a little kid, to make sure i'm doing my homework. if he has to ride herd on me so hard, why am i in this position? very aggravating.
or...
two -- when he cans my ass, at least he'll have the benefits of the work i've been doing. (i don't think so. i'm leaving nothing but love behind. heh.)
he said he wanted to follow my progress, by spreadsheet.
i said, fine, send me a template and i'll follow it. (i told Gem there is no way in hell i'm designing a spreadsheet for him. i'm sorry, that's extra. i'm not doing any more copy work or designing or sales letters of any kind without extra compensation. let him pay someone to do it. she nodded so hard her glasses fell off her head.) i said as a matter of fact, it would probably be easier if you just sent me the spreadsheet the other hotels use, that way we're all consistent. (knowing full well he has not put this much pressure on anyone else, and knowing full well the other hotels don't do the work i'm doing here, nor do they have a bitchin' spreadsheet of any kind.) heh.
stumped him for about two hours.
he then sends me a spreadsheet that was hysterical in its simplicity. too funny. i know, but he's not sure i know. he thinks he knows i know, but he's not really sure.
i hope that hamster keeps him up all night long.
****
good gawd, i feel like i'm caught in a really bad nightmare and i can't get out.
****
furthermore, he has three other properties very close to a huge "demand generator." only trouble is, this demand generator is sending people to any hotel but his. the scuttlebutt is they are tired of dealing with this family.
i know how they feel, and they don't know the half of it.
****
we were told the monthly order (for shampoo, toilet paper, shower curtains, you know, white items) will not be ordered this month. they can't afford it.
O-O
uh, WHAT?
okay, i'm supposed to book people here, and what do i tell them? yes sir, i have a double room in non-smoking, but you'll have to bring your own toilet paper. (?!) omg, this is fucking embarrassing. srsly.
unreal.
someone wake me up before i go-go, willya?
****
remember the prostate piece i submitted as an application for a website? well, they shot me down. hard. told me the piece was not up to their standard, and they wanted someone with more education and more professional writing experience.
uh. okies.
i guess five years working with pee-pees wasn't good enough. that's okay -- i've benefited in ways from that five years i just can't document here.
*gigglesnort*
anyway, i know that knowledge will come in handy (in a writing sense) someday.
heh.
****
*sigh* so it'll be more trolling for dollars. it ain't as easy as it seems, but if i'm anything, i'm a persistent little fuckah.
****
speaking of which, i think i have just enough time to eke out one more, then i'm out.
moar funny pictures
Check out TSB for the most legal fun you can have with your clothes on.
three pieces in stage one, possibly four by the time i go to bed (which won't be long now.)
i'm as done with the sales stuff as i'm going to be. the RD and i have been going round and round in email -- i'm supposed to give him my contact's name, address, email, etc. for what purpose, i know not. well, i have a glimmer of an idea. two ideas, actually.
and for real, he's got all copies of all my spreadsheets.
one -- he wants to check up on me like a little kid, to make sure i'm doing my homework. if he has to ride herd on me so hard, why am i in this position? very aggravating.
or...
two -- when he cans my ass, at least he'll have the benefits of the work i've been doing. (i don't think so. i'm leaving nothing but love behind. heh.)
he said he wanted to follow my progress, by spreadsheet.
i said, fine, send me a template and i'll follow it. (i told Gem there is no way in hell i'm designing a spreadsheet for him. i'm sorry, that's extra. i'm not doing any more copy work or designing or sales letters of any kind without extra compensation. let him pay someone to do it. she nodded so hard her glasses fell off her head.) i said as a matter of fact, it would probably be easier if you just sent me the spreadsheet the other hotels use, that way we're all consistent. (knowing full well he has not put this much pressure on anyone else, and knowing full well the other hotels don't do the work i'm doing here, nor do they have a bitchin' spreadsheet of any kind.) heh.
stumped him for about two hours.
he then sends me a spreadsheet that was hysterical in its simplicity. too funny. i know, but he's not sure i know. he thinks he knows i know, but he's not really sure.
i hope that hamster keeps him up all night long.
****
good gawd, i feel like i'm caught in a really bad nightmare and i can't get out.
****
furthermore, he has three other properties very close to a huge "demand generator." only trouble is, this demand generator is sending people to any hotel but his. the scuttlebutt is they are tired of dealing with this family.
i know how they feel, and they don't know the half of it.
****
we were told the monthly order (for shampoo, toilet paper, shower curtains, you know, white items) will not be ordered this month. they can't afford it.
O-O
uh, WHAT?
okay, i'm supposed to book people here, and what do i tell them? yes sir, i have a double room in non-smoking, but you'll have to bring your own toilet paper. (?!) omg, this is fucking embarrassing. srsly.
unreal.
someone wake me up before i go-go, willya?
****
remember the prostate piece i submitted as an application for a website? well, they shot me down. hard. told me the piece was not up to their standard, and they wanted someone with more education and more professional writing experience.
uh. okies.
i guess five years working with pee-pees wasn't good enough. that's okay -- i've benefited in ways from that five years i just can't document here.
*gigglesnort*
anyway, i know that knowledge will come in handy (in a writing sense) someday.
heh.
****
*sigh* so it'll be more trolling for dollars. it ain't as easy as it seems, but if i'm anything, i'm a persistent little fuckah.
****
speaking of which, i think i have just enough time to eke out one more, then i'm out.
moar funny pictures
Check out TSB for the most legal fun you can have with your clothes on.
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