"May I speak to Netta?"

"Speaking."

"This is Super Bitch, and I want you to cancel the reservations for the rest of the group tonight. My people there have complained that the rooms are dirty, so we're moving them to a different hotel." (keep in mind no one had a complaint before this. keep in mind not one of them, not even the Bitch in Charge, complained about the rooms being dirty. i checked, later. the rooms were not, are not, dirty.)

"I think that's a GREAT idea!"

(total silence. i let it ride. i only wish i could have seen her face.)

"You think that's a great idea?" Super Bitch is nonplussed.

"I sure do. Our priority is for our guests to be happy, and I'm sure they will be happier elsewhere."

"Oh. Okay then."

"Yep."

****

this was after i had a conversation with Buddy.

i don't know if you know this or not, but Buddy is black. he looks like a chocolate Pillsbury Doughboy -- 'cept when he's thugged out with the leather. THEN he looks gangsta. but most of the time he looks very friendly and totally harmless. he's respectful and always smiling...he takes care of his peeps, he even shows up here on his day off to run the board and make sure everything's okay. he won't leave until it is. they call him Big Poppa behind his back, but he and i have concluded he's mah brotha frum anotha mutha.

anyway, he was doing computer work when these people came back to check out. he saw the Bitch in Charge, and said, wasssup wit dem?

i told him there was a billing problem, but it was no big deal. he said, i seen dat won gurrrl. we'z on da elebata dis monin', jess me an' her. i say, monin' ma'am, how yo doin'? an' she sez nuttin. notta werd. jess laik i wan't eben dere.

****

so yes. put them in another hotel, PLEASE. preferably one about a hundred light years away from this planet.

****

i truly cannot comprehend why common courtesy is at such a premium.

****

Gem and i have procured tickets to see LIFEHOUSE at the local concert venue. (you may remember i saw them live last year with the GC at the free concert at the Arch. she yelled at a guy who elbowed me in the head. heh!) it'll be fun, if i don't freak myself out thinking about all the people who will be there.

gah.

not thinking. this is me, not thinking.

****

after work, i got in my car (!!!) and did laundry. the knight and i missed connections, and in my annoyance i accidentally-on-purpose-in-true-passive-aggressive style shut my phone off for fifteen minutes.

whoops. mahbad.

we kissed the booboo and slapped a band-aid onnit.

****

tired. still have a lot to do.

*sigh*


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