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Do not disturb me, or feel my wrath!
I was smart enough yesterday to take a nap in the afternoon, anticipating having to deal with New Year's partiers being loud and obnoxious late in the evening. Ahhh...it was a good thing to be prepared!
I stayed up, watched the Space Needle get blown up, and then started to drift asleep when I was roused by shouting outside. I got dressed and went outside to greet a large, loud, and slightly drunk group.
Me: "You need to keep it down. People are trying to sleep."
Group leader: "What? I can barely hear you over the traffic noise."
Me: "That's nice. I can hear you all the way down in my room with the door shut."
Group leader: "Oh, sorry."
I probably wasn't coming across as the most polite and friendly person in the world, but I was half asleep, so sue me.
I drifted into a rather nice sleep for about an hour an a half. I was woken up by shouting RIGHT outside my door.
"F***! F*** YOU! YOU F***ING F***ER!"
Sigh. Get dressed, fling open the door, and a girl I recognized from the group earlier is having a very loud and animated phone call conversation with someone named "Amanda."
I tell her to be quiet. I'm met with:
Girl: "SorrysorryomgI'msorrysorrysorry."
Me: "Just keep it down. This is your last warning."
Girl: "Sorry."
Me: "If it happens again I'll have to ask you to leave."
I turn around to see Boss Man staring groggily at us. He's been woken, too. He notices that I've taken care of the situation, mutters something, and sleepily wanders back into his apartment.
I also look up at a room across the way, and see the rest of the group wandering around on the balcony watching us. Hmmm...wonder how many are actually supposed to be in the room...
I go back to my room. It's now about 1:45am. I turn on the TV. I need to get up in half an hour anyways for job #2, so it just isn't worth trying to go to sleep.
Five minutes couldn't have passed when I hear shouting outside and knocking at my door. I check the peephole to make sure it isn't Boss Man, though if he needed me he normally would call on the phone. The person on the other side of the door is the girl I just scolded.
Knock knock knock. Pause. KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK. Pause. KNOCKKNOCKKNOCKKNOCKKNOCKKNOCKKNOCK!!!!!
Holy sh*t it sounds like she's trying to bust down my door! There is NO reason to be knocking on my door! You need me, you go to the front desk and THEY can call me!
At this point, my dog is freaking out, so he's barking his head off. Over the barking and the chick trying to bust down my door, I can still hear more shouting outside, and the name "Amanda" dropped again. I'm NOT opening the door, since I don't know if the girl has a gun or a knife or whatever.
Something glass shatters outside. I call my desk clerk.
Me: "You hear that?"
CW: "Yeah."
Me: "I've warned them already. Now they're knocking on my door. They need to be gone."
CW: "Got it."
It seems the group left quickly. I went up to re-key the room so they couldn't get back in. Surprisingly, the room wasn't trashed. I found a piece of billard chalk that looked suspiciously like the same brand the pub across the street uses. I'll return it next time I'm over there.
As for the glass shattering, someone had thrown a half-full bottle of tequila. It's so sad. What a waste of perfectly good tequila.
I went back to the room and watched TV while mourning the loss of sleep time. I could never do Boss Man's job and live at work full-time. A couple times a week is more than enough for me!
The glass, it cuts!
A second bonus bit of suckage on my paper route later that morning.
I was driving up to a customer's house, when I hear CRUNCH! BING! SHATTER!
Aw crap. I'd just run over glass. I couldn't see it on the wet pavement.
As I came back that way, I looked more carefully. SEVERAL bottles had been shattered all across the road! I tried to get around them as carefully as I could... CRUNCH! BING! SHATTER! Aww sh*t...
Why?
Why do people have to do this? I hate this neighborhood...they might as well pave these streets with crushed glass with all the drunked partiers who like to toss bottles in the streets here. Fortunately, it so far seems my tires were spared this time...
I was smart enough yesterday to take a nap in the afternoon, anticipating having to deal with New Year's partiers being loud and obnoxious late in the evening. Ahhh...it was a good thing to be prepared!
I stayed up, watched the Space Needle get blown up, and then started to drift asleep when I was roused by shouting outside. I got dressed and went outside to greet a large, loud, and slightly drunk group.
Me: "You need to keep it down. People are trying to sleep."
Group leader: "What? I can barely hear you over the traffic noise."
Me: "That's nice. I can hear you all the way down in my room with the door shut."
Group leader: "Oh, sorry."
I probably wasn't coming across as the most polite and friendly person in the world, but I was half asleep, so sue me.
I drifted into a rather nice sleep for about an hour an a half. I was woken up by shouting RIGHT outside my door.
"F***! F*** YOU! YOU F***ING F***ER!"
Sigh. Get dressed, fling open the door, and a girl I recognized from the group earlier is having a very loud and animated phone call conversation with someone named "Amanda."
I tell her to be quiet. I'm met with:
Girl: "SorrysorryomgI'msorrysorrysorry."
Me: "Just keep it down. This is your last warning."
Girl: "Sorry."
Me: "If it happens again I'll have to ask you to leave."
I turn around to see Boss Man staring groggily at us. He's been woken, too. He notices that I've taken care of the situation, mutters something, and sleepily wanders back into his apartment.
I also look up at a room across the way, and see the rest of the group wandering around on the balcony watching us. Hmmm...wonder how many are actually supposed to be in the room...
I go back to my room. It's now about 1:45am. I turn on the TV. I need to get up in half an hour anyways for job #2, so it just isn't worth trying to go to sleep.
Five minutes couldn't have passed when I hear shouting outside and knocking at my door. I check the peephole to make sure it isn't Boss Man, though if he needed me he normally would call on the phone. The person on the other side of the door is the girl I just scolded.
Knock knock knock. Pause. KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK. Pause. KNOCKKNOCKKNOCKKNOCKKNOCKKNOCKKNOCK!!!!!
Holy sh*t it sounds like she's trying to bust down my door! There is NO reason to be knocking on my door! You need me, you go to the front desk and THEY can call me!
At this point, my dog is freaking out, so he's barking his head off. Over the barking and the chick trying to bust down my door, I can still hear more shouting outside, and the name "Amanda" dropped again. I'm NOT opening the door, since I don't know if the girl has a gun or a knife or whatever.
Something glass shatters outside. I call my desk clerk.
Me: "You hear that?"
CW: "Yeah."
Me: "I've warned them already. Now they're knocking on my door. They need to be gone."
CW: "Got it."
It seems the group left quickly. I went up to re-key the room so they couldn't get back in. Surprisingly, the room wasn't trashed. I found a piece of billard chalk that looked suspiciously like the same brand the pub across the street uses. I'll return it next time I'm over there.
As for the glass shattering, someone had thrown a half-full bottle of tequila. It's so sad. What a waste of perfectly good tequila.
I went back to the room and watched TV while mourning the loss of sleep time. I could never do Boss Man's job and live at work full-time. A couple times a week is more than enough for me!
The glass, it cuts!
A second bonus bit of suckage on my paper route later that morning.
I was driving up to a customer's house, when I hear CRUNCH! BING! SHATTER!
Aw crap. I'd just run over glass. I couldn't see it on the wet pavement.
As I came back that way, I looked more carefully. SEVERAL bottles had been shattered all across the road! I tried to get around them as carefully as I could... CRUNCH! BING! SHATTER! Aww sh*t...
Why?
Why do people have to do this? I hate this neighborhood...they might as well pave these streets with crushed glass with all the drunked partiers who like to toss bottles in the streets here. Fortunately, it so far seems my tires were spared this time...
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