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economically stimulated
i just lost a whole entry.
boy, that frosts my wheaties.
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my economy has been stimulated, and i like it.
oh, it'll fly out as quickly as it was deposited, but it sure looks pretty sitting there in the bank, hair all coiffed and sprayed stiff, new shoes and stocking with hands clasped together.
i'll remember this fondly, for the brief, shining moment i'm in the black.
heh.
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i'm hoping my ass-busting yesterday pays off and there's little or no laundry to do tonight. a faint hope, yes.
it's not that i'm "too good" to do laundry, but i've worked many a front desk day shift, and i was usually pretty busy. here, there's nothing to do. once you finish your paperwork (twenty minutes max) there is NOTHING else to do but laundry. (which begs the question -- why am i always getting stuck with laundry on the night shift, HMM?)
the knight says, they're wasting all the talent! i say, what talent? i have skills, but they're not paying me for those. evidently, a laundry person is more valuable. that's fine, but i find it funny that doing twelve industrial sized loads of laundry was never mentioned in the job description. just TELL me. i would have taken the job anyway, but i wouldn't have felt like i was getting fucked over. DON'T DICK ME AROUND. it just pisses me off.
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since i'm on four days this week, and Miss S has said she wants everyone on a set schedule, i thought things had shaken out and i'm finally getting the hours i need to qualify for benefits. you know, the reason i took this job in the first place.
next week, i'm only on three days.
wtf? are you TRYING to poke the Big Bitch??
gah.
****
and omg, do i miss my Posse. this head housekeeper here is a WENCH. bossy, rude, and i believe she missed the memo about tiara's being checked at the door. she won't fold so much as a WASHCLOTH, and will stand right there watching me wrestle with a king-sized comforter, probably snickering behind her hand. if you *ask* me, i'll bend over backwards to help you. if you *ask* me, i'll be more than happy to provide you with what i can.
but if you BOSS me, or TELL me, and don't say please or thank you, or if you DON'T EVEN KNOW MY FUCKING NAME, then TALK TO THE HAND.
srsly.
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the owners are great. well, the one i've met, so far. he's young and came right up to me and introduced himself, and remembered my name the next time he saw me. i didn't know he was an owner until...well, yesterday. what do i know? i treat everyone the same. he's a nice kid. handsome, too, in a dark, mysterious way. heh.
i guess he's in training or something, because he'll be with us for ten days a month. everyone else is wigging, but i don't see the big deal. i'm pretty sure he poops the same way we all do.
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and i have to say right here, that the other night guy (who works at another hotel across the way, the one that trained me my first night and works two jobs to help his baby mama) has the most lovely voice. i mean, it sounds like melted chocolate dripping all over your body. it is that delicious. his voice sounds like bare skin writhing against silky fur. i'm not kidding. it's decadent.
heh.
****
i need to nap, shower, eat, and hopefully i'll get a few free minutes tonight to work on some stuff. i still think WordPress is Satan's Joke.
gah.
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boy, that frosts my wheaties.
****
my economy has been stimulated, and i like it.
oh, it'll fly out as quickly as it was deposited, but it sure looks pretty sitting there in the bank, hair all coiffed and sprayed stiff, new shoes and stocking with hands clasped together.
i'll remember this fondly, for the brief, shining moment i'm in the black.
heh.
****
i'm hoping my ass-busting yesterday pays off and there's little or no laundry to do tonight. a faint hope, yes.
it's not that i'm "too good" to do laundry, but i've worked many a front desk day shift, and i was usually pretty busy. here, there's nothing to do. once you finish your paperwork (twenty minutes max) there is NOTHING else to do but laundry. (which begs the question -- why am i always getting stuck with laundry on the night shift, HMM?)
the knight says, they're wasting all the talent! i say, what talent? i have skills, but they're not paying me for those. evidently, a laundry person is more valuable. that's fine, but i find it funny that doing twelve industrial sized loads of laundry was never mentioned in the job description. just TELL me. i would have taken the job anyway, but i wouldn't have felt like i was getting fucked over. DON'T DICK ME AROUND. it just pisses me off.
****
since i'm on four days this week, and Miss S has said she wants everyone on a set schedule, i thought things had shaken out and i'm finally getting the hours i need to qualify for benefits. you know, the reason i took this job in the first place.
next week, i'm only on three days.
wtf? are you TRYING to poke the Big Bitch??
gah.
****
and omg, do i miss my Posse. this head housekeeper here is a WENCH. bossy, rude, and i believe she missed the memo about tiara's being checked at the door. she won't fold so much as a WASHCLOTH, and will stand right there watching me wrestle with a king-sized comforter, probably snickering behind her hand. if you *ask* me, i'll bend over backwards to help you. if you *ask* me, i'll be more than happy to provide you with what i can.
but if you BOSS me, or TELL me, and don't say please or thank you, or if you DON'T EVEN KNOW MY FUCKING NAME, then TALK TO THE HAND.
srsly.
****
the owners are great. well, the one i've met, so far. he's young and came right up to me and introduced himself, and remembered my name the next time he saw me. i didn't know he was an owner until...well, yesterday. what do i know? i treat everyone the same. he's a nice kid. handsome, too, in a dark, mysterious way. heh.
i guess he's in training or something, because he'll be with us for ten days a month. everyone else is wigging, but i don't see the big deal. i'm pretty sure he poops the same way we all do.
****
and i have to say right here, that the other night guy (who works at another hotel across the way, the one that trained me my first night and works two jobs to help his baby mama) has the most lovely voice. i mean, it sounds like melted chocolate dripping all over your body. it is that delicious. his voice sounds like bare skin writhing against silky fur. i'm not kidding. it's decadent.
heh.
****
i need to nap, shower, eat, and hopefully i'll get a few free minutes tonight to work on some stuff. i still think WordPress is Satan's Joke.
gah.
more cat pictures
Check out TSB for the most legal fun you can have with your clothes on.
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