it's raining quite hard today, and it's chilly and wet. it seems like a good day to stay inside. i might make a crockpot of something, if i can find the right stuff already in-house, because i ain't going out in this if i can help it. there was lightning and everything this morning.

ah, yes. the music of spring.

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my phone has taken a beating, and is now acting like a phucktard. of course, dropping it several times during the move probably didn't help things. sometimes it doesn't ring and i don't know someone's called until the message tone goes off; then it won't let me access the message. or it will ring but not let me talk to the person who's ringing. it's most aggravating.

i don't want to get a new phone. for one thing, i can't afford it right now, and for another, the one i have is one step above tin cans and string, and i like it that way. i don't have to worry about pushing the wrong doohicky and setting off the thingamajig that takes a WTF to fix. i just don't want to be that complicated when making or receiving a phone call. i loathe the phone as it is, but if you make it too fancy, i'll just throw the damned thing in the toilet and write a letter.

what a concept, huh?

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the Dancer stopped by after work yesterday; Miss Thang called me twice last night and once this morning. this is the Hotel That Just Won't Die.

true colors are coming out, and people who may not have completely understood why i bailed are starting to get the picture.

as i suspected, the new GM does NOT know the operating system used by this hotel. this is so huge, i can't even wrap my brain around it. furthermore, owners have been called out of town and are expecting the current staff to train this GM on the system.

this is wrong on SO many levels. for one, no one at that property knows the stuff Gem and i did, plus the fact this woman told everyone (including Gem, when Gem tried to go over some things with her, and this woman said, oh that's okay, i know all that) she'd had experience and knew the system, when in fact, after her short visit yesterday, it was painfully apparent to the Dancer this woman doesn't have a clue.

i'm floored. i have balls, oh indeedy, but even i don't have the balls to say i know something as important as the engine that drives your business when i. do. not.

wow. just....WOW.

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this dog poops a lot.

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i'm still trying to get my bearings (and find stuff -- jeezuz, where did i put my toothbrush? it's pissing me off) and i've cleared a path to the bed, and might even attempt to make it. i have several articles started, but then it occurred to me last night maybe i don't have to drive myself so hard.

but then, it's me in the driver's seat, right?

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if he pees on the floor one more time i'm going to put a diaper on him. little bugger.

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he snorts at me. it's the funniest thing.

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anyway. making the transition. it's a weird place.

bulletins as they happen.

:)



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