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there's another chapter to the mower story. i know that's the only reason you came here.
heh.
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Miss S. crunched her beautiful, 2008, Hummer-styled vehicle on her way home from work. she's very sore, but okay, and called to yank on me because the cordless phone wasn't ringing. (like, how am i supposed to know? i love it when the phone doesn't ring, i'm not looking a gift horse in the mouth.) she was quite crankiefied, which i understand, then apologized for forgetting to leave the checks out. she knew i was planning on going out of town, and she was very sweet and apologetic.
i've said it before, and i know i'm stupid, but i empathize with her, i really do. she's a PIA, she rubs people the wrong way, and she's shady. but she does have a sweet side (maybe it's the Southern Belle thing, i've been crucified by a Southern Belle before, a friend i loved dearly, and still do, in spite of.) anyway, it really sucked to be her today: an inspection, a visit from the owners, a visit from some other high personage and two screaming matches in her office i could hear from the front desk.
at those moments, laundry was my friend. i am so wigged out by people fighting, you. have. no. idea.
anyway. then the car accident.
yeah, i feel for her. i told you she was in for a world of hurtin', and this is just the beginning. what a mess. you wouldn't believe the match-ups around here, and i need an Excel spread-sheet just to keep up with who hates whom and why. just so i know what piles of doggie shit i have to be careful not to step in.
in a nutshell:
A is brown-nosing and sucking behind to beat the band. in this frenzy of ass-kissing, she neglects her duties on the front desk. Miss Youngin' is pissed because A leaves everything to her, including the BEDAMNED laundry, and flits around as Handmaiden to the Big Cheese, Miss S.
Fix-It-Guy is pissed off because he's pressed into service and A is flitting. he's pissed off because he thinks the front desk isn't doing their job (A, specifically) which, in HIS opinion, includes stripping the first floor, taking out trash, cleaning the lobby and bathrooms, the laundry, and any other chore he can think of that he either doesn't want to do or has never been required to do before.
the Lead (we all know how i feel about her) has not been keeping up the standards, and stuff (and rooms) are getting missed. she blames this on only one girl, MahGurrl C, which in fact it's the Lead's responsibility. MahGurrl is the one that was crying in the laundry room, telling me she was walking out. i talked her into staying (misery loves company, don'tcha know) and now i'm not sure that was a good idea.
i really like C. she's an older woman, black, with very sweet eyes. she's always eager to help, and it breaks my heart to see how nervous she gets when the Lead is around. she asked me to teach her how to fold sheets ("Gurrl, you fast! Lookit you go! You teach me, and I'll help you. Just show me.") and yesterday, i did. we went step-by-step, and she caught the hang. ("So you the one that folds them so neat! I never knew how you did that.")
today, she made sure to show me how she was doing, which was very well and i told her so. she beamed and hugged me, and i told her that if things got too bad and she couldn't take it any more, to call me (i gave her my number,) that i knew people at another hotel, and they might take her on ("I'm so glad you're here," she says.)
i don't know what it is, but there's something so...nice about her. sincere. i think that's what it is. she is really genuine, and it shows. i would not (and have not) made that same offer to anyone else here. i don't understand the hostility of the Lead, i truly do not, and i'm not having it.
the night guy is pissed off at everything, except me, because i don't stick it up there, yanno? he's pissed because people move things, he's pissed because people make mistakes and he has to fix them, he's pissed because the checks aren't here, he's just pissed.
****
that's the nutshell.
oh, the mower.
i had her. i had the bitch screaming, all right. i jacked her ass up and did the front part of the lawn, and motored on out to the back (my nemisis.) sure enough, coming around the bend behind the pine tree, over the thickest part of the grass, BINGO. same place as last time.
threw the belt. again.
GOOD GAWD.
this time it came completely off, and flew across the yard like a mutant bird. it was a lovely flight, accompanied by comments regarding intercourse with mothers and their oral fixations. i believe the subject of the use of any rectal features may have been mentioned. several times.
*sigh*
this saga has been going on for what, ten weeks? could i *make* this shit up?
****
my tidbits are very tired, and i have one night to go. twenty check-ins. i'm sleeping as late as i can tomorrow. and i'm not going near the mower.
already, it sounds like a better day.
:)
Check out TSB for the most legal fun you can have with your clothes on.
heh.
****
Miss S. crunched her beautiful, 2008, Hummer-styled vehicle on her way home from work. she's very sore, but okay, and called to yank on me because the cordless phone wasn't ringing. (like, how am i supposed to know? i love it when the phone doesn't ring, i'm not looking a gift horse in the mouth.) she was quite crankiefied, which i understand, then apologized for forgetting to leave the checks out. she knew i was planning on going out of town, and she was very sweet and apologetic.
i've said it before, and i know i'm stupid, but i empathize with her, i really do. she's a PIA, she rubs people the wrong way, and she's shady. but she does have a sweet side (maybe it's the Southern Belle thing, i've been crucified by a Southern Belle before, a friend i loved dearly, and still do, in spite of.) anyway, it really sucked to be her today: an inspection, a visit from the owners, a visit from some other high personage and two screaming matches in her office i could hear from the front desk.
at those moments, laundry was my friend. i am so wigged out by people fighting, you. have. no. idea.
anyway. then the car accident.
yeah, i feel for her. i told you she was in for a world of hurtin', and this is just the beginning. what a mess. you wouldn't believe the match-ups around here, and i need an Excel spread-sheet just to keep up with who hates whom and why. just so i know what piles of doggie shit i have to be careful not to step in.
in a nutshell:
A is brown-nosing and sucking behind to beat the band. in this frenzy of ass-kissing, she neglects her duties on the front desk. Miss Youngin' is pissed because A leaves everything to her, including the BEDAMNED laundry, and flits around as Handmaiden to the Big Cheese, Miss S.
Fix-It-Guy is pissed off because he's pressed into service and A is flitting. he's pissed off because he thinks the front desk isn't doing their job (A, specifically) which, in HIS opinion, includes stripping the first floor, taking out trash, cleaning the lobby and bathrooms, the laundry, and any other chore he can think of that he either doesn't want to do or has never been required to do before.
the Lead (we all know how i feel about her) has not been keeping up the standards, and stuff (and rooms) are getting missed. she blames this on only one girl, MahGurrl C, which in fact it's the Lead's responsibility. MahGurrl is the one that was crying in the laundry room, telling me she was walking out. i talked her into staying (misery loves company, don'tcha know) and now i'm not sure that was a good idea.
i really like C. she's an older woman, black, with very sweet eyes. she's always eager to help, and it breaks my heart to see how nervous she gets when the Lead is around. she asked me to teach her how to fold sheets ("Gurrl, you fast! Lookit you go! You teach me, and I'll help you. Just show me.") and yesterday, i did. we went step-by-step, and she caught the hang. ("So you the one that folds them so neat! I never knew how you did that.")
today, she made sure to show me how she was doing, which was very well and i told her so. she beamed and hugged me, and i told her that if things got too bad and she couldn't take it any more, to call me (i gave her my number,) that i knew people at another hotel, and they might take her on ("I'm so glad you're here," she says.)
i don't know what it is, but there's something so...nice about her. sincere. i think that's what it is. she is really genuine, and it shows. i would not (and have not) made that same offer to anyone else here. i don't understand the hostility of the Lead, i truly do not, and i'm not having it.
the night guy is pissed off at everything, except me, because i don't stick it up there, yanno? he's pissed because people move things, he's pissed because people make mistakes and he has to fix them, he's pissed because the checks aren't here, he's just pissed.
****
that's the nutshell.
oh, the mower.
i had her. i had the bitch screaming, all right. i jacked her ass up and did the front part of the lawn, and motored on out to the back (my nemisis.) sure enough, coming around the bend behind the pine tree, over the thickest part of the grass, BINGO. same place as last time.
threw the belt. again.
GOOD GAWD.
this time it came completely off, and flew across the yard like a mutant bird. it was a lovely flight, accompanied by comments regarding intercourse with mothers and their oral fixations. i believe the subject of the use of any rectal features may have been mentioned. several times.
*sigh*
this saga has been going on for what, ten weeks? could i *make* this shit up?
****
my tidbits are very tired, and i have one night to go. twenty check-ins. i'm sleeping as late as i can tomorrow. and i'm not going near the mower.
already, it sounds like a better day.
:)
Check out TSB for the most legal fun you can have with your clothes on.
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