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The Weekend Wrap-Up Part Two (subtitled: In Which Our Heroine Takes Care Of Business)
In the four extra hours of my shift, I sold ninety room nights for six months, and booked a week’s stay. I’m on fire, baby. Scores are holding steady, and occupancy is an average of thirty percentage points over last year at this time. Every room night sold since the twenty-second of January has been gravy. Including the sold out Saturday we just had.
****
I talked to Gem briefly on the phone and filled her in on everything I could remember, including the people who moved to another room, only to find they had totally trashed the first room they were in. (They were asked to leave today. That’s a whole other saga.) She was appalled at what had happened with the Weekend Guy, and said, “What am I going to do with him?”
(This is where the “I’m Taking Care Of Me” piped in.)
I said, “You’re going to fire him. Or I will. Either way. I can’t work like that. If he had come to my door, I would have opened it. Not to mention it’s inappropriate, to say the least, to be web-camming porn at work. I don’t have a problem with flying a Freak Flag, god knows, but that’s ridiculous. What if it was a guest? Besides all that, whatever, but pissing in the trash can? What the HELL is THAT?”
So, we talk over alternative plans (because we are so short-staffed *sigh*) and yes, I stick my neck out again.
Antonino will be training with me this weekend. He has been duly warned of Serious Consequences should he join the crew of Fucking Me Over. They have jackets, I warned, but I Am Not Screwing Around Anymore. We are clear.
Yes, M’am.
****
This morning I got up early and went to pow-wow. Gem, by this time, has already heard it from Antonino and Buddy, and the Dancer is blown away by the whole thing. Gem called the Weekend Guy and left a message on his machine that his behavior was way over the line and she’ll mail his last check to him.
He called back, and protested that he was just chatting, and this is all because of Miss Netta, and she’s just pissed off he wasn’t throwing it her way.
Yeah. I had to pick up my jaw off the ground, too.
****
And THEN….
You thought it was over, didn’t you?
****
My buddy, the law guy, paid another visit. This time, with paperwork for me to sign so I can receive some ching for my past services and (hopefully) future services. This is a little scary. And surreal. And pretty damned cool. I asked him if I get a badge. He said he’d see what he could do. I said good, because I like sparkly things.
He asked me for a lot of personal info. Said they would be running a background check, and did he need to know anything before that happened. I said, “Well, there was that one time with the midget strippers, but the charges were dropped, and they never did find that one body. And my credit sucks. And oh, yeah, I have a speeding ticket.”
I had to initial some stuff, and one section in particular tickled me. I said, “So, it says here I cannot participate in any new illegal activities, but that means I can continue with my current ones, right?”
He cracked up. “That’s exactly what that means.”
Heh. He doesn’t know quite what to make of me. I get that a lot.
****
And that, friends and neighbors, brings us pretty much up-to-date.
The knight’s cold is better and he was a sight for sore eyes this morning. We talked over Big Plans, especially in light of the weekend’s events. He doesn’t know I’m getting a badge.
Momma is eating a little and feeling better. Dr. Hitler better watch out. Heh.
****
I will eat, today. I will also sleep. And then, I may eat again. We’ll see how that goes.
Check out TSB for the most legal fun you can have with your clothes on.
****
I talked to Gem briefly on the phone and filled her in on everything I could remember, including the people who moved to another room, only to find they had totally trashed the first room they were in. (They were asked to leave today. That’s a whole other saga.) She was appalled at what had happened with the Weekend Guy, and said, “What am I going to do with him?”
(This is where the “I’m Taking Care Of Me” piped in.)
I said, “You’re going to fire him. Or I will. Either way. I can’t work like that. If he had come to my door, I would have opened it. Not to mention it’s inappropriate, to say the least, to be web-camming porn at work. I don’t have a problem with flying a Freak Flag, god knows, but that’s ridiculous. What if it was a guest? Besides all that, whatever, but pissing in the trash can? What the HELL is THAT?”
So, we talk over alternative plans (because we are so short-staffed *sigh*) and yes, I stick my neck out again.
Antonino will be training with me this weekend. He has been duly warned of Serious Consequences should he join the crew of Fucking Me Over. They have jackets, I warned, but I Am Not Screwing Around Anymore. We are clear.
Yes, M’am.
****
This morning I got up early and went to pow-wow. Gem, by this time, has already heard it from Antonino and Buddy, and the Dancer is blown away by the whole thing. Gem called the Weekend Guy and left a message on his machine that his behavior was way over the line and she’ll mail his last check to him.
He called back, and protested that he was just chatting, and this is all because of Miss Netta, and she’s just pissed off he wasn’t throwing it her way.
Yeah. I had to pick up my jaw off the ground, too.
****
And THEN….
You thought it was over, didn’t you?
****
My buddy, the law guy, paid another visit. This time, with paperwork for me to sign so I can receive some ching for my past services and (hopefully) future services. This is a little scary. And surreal. And pretty damned cool. I asked him if I get a badge. He said he’d see what he could do. I said good, because I like sparkly things.
He asked me for a lot of personal info. Said they would be running a background check, and did he need to know anything before that happened. I said, “Well, there was that one time with the midget strippers, but the charges were dropped, and they never did find that one body. And my credit sucks. And oh, yeah, I have a speeding ticket.”
I had to initial some stuff, and one section in particular tickled me. I said, “So, it says here I cannot participate in any new illegal activities, but that means I can continue with my current ones, right?”
He cracked up. “That’s exactly what that means.”
Heh. He doesn’t know quite what to make of me. I get that a lot.
****
And that, friends and neighbors, brings us pretty much up-to-date.
The knight’s cold is better and he was a sight for sore eyes this morning. We talked over Big Plans, especially in light of the weekend’s events. He doesn’t know I’m getting a badge.
Momma is eating a little and feeling better. Dr. Hitler better watch out. Heh.
****
I will eat, today. I will also sleep. And then, I may eat again. We’ll see how that goes.
Check out TSB for the most legal fun you can have with your clothes on.
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