i was at work today from 7:45 to 3:45.

at 6PM the owner is calling the hotel, trying to get a hold of me.

missed the call because i was moving a load of stuff over to Gem's. whoops.

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yes, i know i can't dodge it forever. i just want most of my stuff out of here before i drop the bomb. that way, if it gets really ugly, i can just roll. that, and it's a leap, people. i'm scared, a little, though we have dropped to Def Con 4. (thankfully. Terror is a shitty bedmate.)

and mah peeps. oh, how they're breaking my heart.

*sigh*

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Gem's house is so cute. it's tiny, very neat, and cheery. it doesn't smell like me, but i was comfortable anyway.

i know that's weird.

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Gem's third job offer came in today, for an Operational Manager at an extended stay facility. she couldn't take it, but she gave me the phone number of the woman hiring, whom i met at a workshop last year. she said that managing an extended stay is a lot easier than a limited-service hotel, and gave me that Gem-look. it's part of the same umbrella we're under, so it would be the same computer system i'm very familiar with and the interface is one i'm semi-familiar with. (or maybe i have that backwards.)

it's an option. i may call. i'm hoping i don't have to, but it never hurts to network.

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and someday, they may need a copywriter.

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the tally of this weekend's damage from the Invasion of the Locals:

nine rooms totally trashed. in one room they took out three trash bags of garbage. one room, one night.

one room out of order until they can clean the loogies off all four walls. yes, someone spit on all the walls. yes, they did. ACK.

one room out of order because a ferret ate through all the electrical cords in the room. the TV is out, the iron is out, and there's cat litter all over the carpet.

pool out because the filter was clogged with a total count of seven condoms, and a coin had gotten through to the inner workings and broke a doohicky, but our trusty maintenance guy had that back up and running by the afternoon.

blower blew off the hot tub and the PH was srsly fucked up. i mean, the water was GREEN and FOAMING. again, the maintenance god had it fixed in no time, but i personally wouldn't even wash mah undies in there.

wild AND crazy.

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and to further illustrate my recent entry regarding squeaky wheels, one man who was staying here bitched up a storm because the hot tub was out of order. mind you, not once in the four days he stayed here did he go anywhere near the pool room, nor did i ever see him in bathing trunks. nevertheless, it was an inconvenience and he worked for this franchise for fifteen years. (so you know the scam, phucktard. what, do i look like i fell down with yesterday's rain?) sure enough, discount.

see?

and even with the discount, when he gets the survey he'll skewer us. so what's the point?

and don't get me started on the surveys. when i'm outta here i'll tell you all about THAT clusterfuck.

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i have a lot of stuff. geez.

i hate moving.

okay. i'm for a hot shower and hopefully some sleep. i ate today, but i'm hoping to get through the night without a bout of the Screaming Shitz. pray for me.

:)


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