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when i read this article it was like a light bulb went off in my head.
the good news is now i have a starting point.
i believe i might write a series of articles about what i've found.
****
so, the news at work...
the GM has put in her two weeks notice. it's a gamble; she has a 90 minute commute and wants something closer to where she lives.
what does that mean for me?
well, that means if Miss S. take the reins, i'm out of there. you see, Miss S. is shady. i don't trust her, i know too much about her.
i told the GM i would not stick them, but i wouldn't be staying if she goes. she said, in that case, the place i'm thinking of is fifteen minutes from you. if i get it, there's a place for you.
so there's that.
****
i've wondered why i'm at that hotel. (you know me, i'm always peeling the layers.) there's always a Reason, sometimes i can see it when i'm in the middle of it, sometimes i can't. i can't really see it now, although i have a couple of inklings.
but then again, i could be full of shitski. i mean, who thinks of this stuff?
those damned hamsters. how i hate them.
****
the guest who chewed me out because he didn't get his room type took it one step further. he told the GM that she should have a talk with me, because he didn't get mad or raise his voice until i put my hand up (like, "Talk to the hand." that pissed him off.) he said there's no reason why i shouldn't have called the GM right away, instead of him having to ask me to do so. he's a physician, and he knows a GM is on call 24/7 just like he is. (if he's a doctor i'm a virgin.)
i said, yes, i did put my hand up. you bet i did. i put my hand up because he was screaming in my face and you were on the other end of the phone, and i couldn't hear a thing.
as a side note, THE most annoying thing is, he calls me by name. all the time. like, because he has my name, he knows me. i don't want my name in his mouth. i was standing outside with one of the guests when he and the child that's with him (the child calls him "uncle") walked out.
"There she is!" the child pointed at me.
"Yes, that's Netta."
"That's her! That's the one!" and the "uncle" quickly shhhed him and hustled him over to the car.
when they returned, they stopped at the front desk and chatted with the GM. the child kept ringing the bell and saying, "That's Netta, that's Netta. I'm calling Netta."
"Yes, that's Netta. You know Netta, you met her the other night." the uncle smirks.
now to be fair, the GM knows me, but not that well. she might have had a question in her head about what happened, i know i would have with a new employee.
up walks the solider that was in the business center on the night in question. he saw the uncle and the child walking toward the elevator, and told the GM flat out, that guy's a dick.
she said, what?
he explained he heard the whole thing, and how the guy started yelling almost before any words were out of my mouth. he told her he was this >< close to jumping up and coming out, it was that bad.
i didn't say a word.
sometimes, i do believe the Universe takes care of Her own.
****
i'm really tired (i'm too old to be jumping shifts like this, it's very wearing) but i've implemented some changes and i think i feel better tonight than i have in a long time (physically, that is.) tomorrow and monday are my days off, and i have a lot to do.
****
have you ever seen the show, "30 Days"? it's amazing. the guy who started it all, Morgan Spurlock, did so with a documentary about eating McDonald's for 30 days. my favorite episode is where he and his girlfriend try to survive for 30 days on minimum wage. oh, it was fascinating -- and so honest and raw and true. they had to use public transportation, eat cheap, live in a crack neighborhood, and face the consequences when overspending on a birthday. then, she contracts an UTI and ends up in the ER. hello, welcome to my nightmare.
****
it's been a long day and i need to sleep. Gem is attending a wedding, and in retaliation for being left behind, the puppy left her a present in the bedroom. he didn't wrap it, either.
*sigh*
:)
Check out TSB for the most legal fun you can have with your clothes on.
the good news is now i have a starting point.
i believe i might write a series of articles about what i've found.
****
so, the news at work...
the GM has put in her two weeks notice. it's a gamble; she has a 90 minute commute and wants something closer to where she lives.
what does that mean for me?
well, that means if Miss S. take the reins, i'm out of there. you see, Miss S. is shady. i don't trust her, i know too much about her.
i told the GM i would not stick them, but i wouldn't be staying if she goes. she said, in that case, the place i'm thinking of is fifteen minutes from you. if i get it, there's a place for you.
so there's that.
****
i've wondered why i'm at that hotel. (you know me, i'm always peeling the layers.) there's always a Reason, sometimes i can see it when i'm in the middle of it, sometimes i can't. i can't really see it now, although i have a couple of inklings.
but then again, i could be full of shitski. i mean, who thinks of this stuff?
those damned hamsters. how i hate them.
****
the guest who chewed me out because he didn't get his room type took it one step further. he told the GM that she should have a talk with me, because he didn't get mad or raise his voice until i put my hand up (like, "Talk to the hand." that pissed him off.) he said there's no reason why i shouldn't have called the GM right away, instead of him having to ask me to do so. he's a physician, and he knows a GM is on call 24/7 just like he is. (if he's a doctor i'm a virgin.)
i said, yes, i did put my hand up. you bet i did. i put my hand up because he was screaming in my face and you were on the other end of the phone, and i couldn't hear a thing.
as a side note, THE most annoying thing is, he calls me by name. all the time. like, because he has my name, he knows me. i don't want my name in his mouth. i was standing outside with one of the guests when he and the child that's with him (the child calls him "uncle") walked out.
"There she is!" the child pointed at me.
"Yes, that's Netta."
"That's her! That's the one!" and the "uncle" quickly shhhed him and hustled him over to the car.
when they returned, they stopped at the front desk and chatted with the GM. the child kept ringing the bell and saying, "That's Netta, that's Netta. I'm calling Netta."
"Yes, that's Netta. You know Netta, you met her the other night." the uncle smirks.
now to be fair, the GM knows me, but not that well. she might have had a question in her head about what happened, i know i would have with a new employee.
up walks the solider that was in the business center on the night in question. he saw the uncle and the child walking toward the elevator, and told the GM flat out, that guy's a dick.
she said, what?
he explained he heard the whole thing, and how the guy started yelling almost before any words were out of my mouth. he told her he was this >< close to jumping up and coming out, it was that bad.
i didn't say a word.
sometimes, i do believe the Universe takes care of Her own.
****
i'm really tired (i'm too old to be jumping shifts like this, it's very wearing) but i've implemented some changes and i think i feel better tonight than i have in a long time (physically, that is.) tomorrow and monday are my days off, and i have a lot to do.
****
have you ever seen the show, "30 Days"? it's amazing. the guy who started it all, Morgan Spurlock, did so with a documentary about eating McDonald's for 30 days. my favorite episode is where he and his girlfriend try to survive for 30 days on minimum wage. oh, it was fascinating -- and so honest and raw and true. they had to use public transportation, eat cheap, live in a crack neighborhood, and face the consequences when overspending on a birthday. then, she contracts an UTI and ends up in the ER. hello, welcome to my nightmare.
****
it's been a long day and i need to sleep. Gem is attending a wedding, and in retaliation for being left behind, the puppy left her a present in the bedroom. he didn't wrap it, either.
*sigh*
:)
Check out TSB for the most legal fun you can have with your clothes on.
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