okay, we all know i'm not familiar with dogs (at least, not the four-legged kind) although my education in the last four or five weeks has been widely enhanced. therefore, when the little Shittard was but an infant pup, i thought it was sooooo kewt that he had two stuffed animals that he is particularly attached to. they both seem to serve different functions for him.

one is a giraffe, and when he first got it, it was bigger than he was. he would sit under the legs and suck on one of the ears and drag it into his kennel to sleep with it. often, he'd nap with his head on it and his front paws clasped around the neck. so kewt.

then, there's the panda. oh, that poor, poor panda. the ears, nose, and one paw is completely chewed off, and forget the little button tail. long gone. eyes? gone. he beats the ever loving shitzki out of that panda -- and when he is *really* riled up, he runs like a bat out of hell, back and forth, back and forth, nipping at the panda and growling like he's a jackal on the prowl. it's the funniest damned thing you ever did see.

however, there's been a change in the relationship, i've noticed. a disturbing change.

let's just say....he really lurvs his panda. i mean he REALLY, REALLY lurvs his panda. uh, yeah.

better the panda than my leg.

the panda seems unmoved by such displays of affection, but who knows the minds of pandas, anyway?

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i wonder if this means they're going steady.

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it's stormy and wet today, and i've got a thousand things on my TO GET DONE TODAY OR ELSE list. i feel about as motivated as a bump on a log, to be honest. this second shift is hard for me to get used to...i guess my age is showing. i hate it when that happens.

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oh, yeah, the work thing. well, i've been around the block a time or two, so i know how it goes. new kid in town, let's see how hard we can fuck her before she figures it out, the regular stuff. no problem. what they don't know is, i had it figured out before i even started. why do you think i had to be dragged in, kicking and screaming?

anyway, second shift at this hotel helps with laundry. first shift is supposed to get the majority of it done, with maybe a couple of loads left over. no big deal. but the last night i worked, there were six loads. six. INDUSTRIAL loads. that's a lot of sheets and towels, friends and neighbors.

although it was a busy night (by their standards) i got it all done, but when the night auditor came in i asked him about it.

"Dude, I have a question. It's no big deal, but first shift left six loads. Is this a lot? I just want to know so I'm prepared next time."

He blanched. "What?! That's bullshit. How much is left for me?"

"None, buddy. I wouldn't do you like that."

he was aghast (and thrilled he wasn't stuck with it.) so noted.

last night, they cut me some slack because again, i had check-ins in the double digits. there were only five loads.

okay. did them, and when the night girl came on, i told her how much had been left, and that i didn't stick her with it, but the next time there might be some left over, because this is bullshit. she was astonished at the amount of laundry, and was not pleased to contemplate she might be stuck with some of it in the future. i'm sure the message was passed on this morning, because she's like that.

so. there's that.

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the day girl doesn't like me. she didn't like me from the moment she set eyes on me, even before the first hello. oh yes, my precious, i see it. i'm not blind. but that's okay, she doesn't know me, and i'm not here to make lifelong pals. just do your fucking job, right?

first shift pre-assigns rooms and prints out all the paperwork. easy peasy, i did it all the time. first, you check the guest's preferences via a message on their reservation, then you assign rooms with this in mind. so-and-so prefers the ground floor, this one wants to be on the street side, blah blah blah. i made a reservation for a guest last week, and he expressed a certain preference, and i made the appropriate note.

he checked in last night and the day girl totally ignored the note and placed him exactly where he did NOT want to be. we were almost sold out, so there was no way to move him. he was not pleased, and i wasn't either.

so i left a note in the log book.

i politely said, Please consult messages before assigning a room so I don't look like an asshole when the guest checks in. Kthnkxbai.

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don't fuck me too hard. just sayin'.

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okay. i need to get my ass in gear and get a move on.

some days, you're the panda.

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