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I have a rather glitchy brain to mouth filter. Sometimes it works and sometimes it doesn't. My girlfriend has been sick and we have a guy out doing national guard. So this week I have done my 55 hours, my gf's 32 hours and the other guys 24 hours. By today, there is no filter left.
Our breakfast runs from 6-9 am. Everything is promptly put up at 9 am. Lady comes up to the desk at 9:45. "Where would they have put the oj and stuff?" My response? "Well, I suppose it's all in the kitchen put away as the breakfast was over at 9." I point to the rather large sign on the wall and wait for her deer in headlights eyes to follow. "As you can see the times are posted, but I suppose you, like everyone else, didn't bother to read it."
To Room 139. To you sir, I say nice try. However, I do actually look at the phone logs. So making 58 calls will does not mean I will miss the two hours of long distance. You now owe me 50 dollars. Don't worry, since you didn't come up to pay or check out, I'll just add that to your bill.
To Room 125. Just because the number you are calling is in the same area code as us does not make it local. Those 26 calls you made sure add up. Don't worry, just as with room 139, I'll just charge those to your card for you.
Maids are a lot like nurses as in they have seen everything, cleaned up everything and generally have steel stomachs. My daughter called me a few minutes ago to tell me that one of our maids was getting sick in the grass outside of a room. I'm concerned so I lock up the office and run out there real quick. I get two rooms away and the smell hits me. Yes, the smell of body odor was so strong, I could smell it two doors down. Now that room will have to be blocked off until the time we can manage to get the smell out. They will not be allowed back.
To the creepy guy that was some how put in the room next to my apartment, go away. You have been here for two nights, your time is up. Yesterday we had to throw away the sheets from your room because they were covered in blood. Enough blood that I feel the need to check under the bed for a body. Also, if you want to stand outside of MY door and stare at me as I come and go, that's fine. I've dealt with worse. But when you do the same thing to my 13 year old daughter and she is creeped out enough that she won't leave the lobby until I can walk with her, it's time to go.
To the drunk lobby guy, yes we are allowed to dress casual. No, I don't think my jeans and MMA shirt are inappropriate. What is inappropriate is you bursting out laughing when you see my shoes. This is my first pairs of new shoes in nearly two years. It is not my fault I have freakishly small feet. Yes, I do know how to tie my shoes. It is not my fault that shoe companies assume that children that normally wear that size need Velcro. I like my shoes so bite me.
Just a few of my rants from the weekend. None of them enough for a separate thread but I have a few hours left of shift, so that may change.
Our breakfast runs from 6-9 am. Everything is promptly put up at 9 am. Lady comes up to the desk at 9:45. "Where would they have put the oj and stuff?" My response? "Well, I suppose it's all in the kitchen put away as the breakfast was over at 9." I point to the rather large sign on the wall and wait for her deer in headlights eyes to follow. "As you can see the times are posted, but I suppose you, like everyone else, didn't bother to read it."
To Room 139. To you sir, I say nice try. However, I do actually look at the phone logs. So making 58 calls will does not mean I will miss the two hours of long distance. You now owe me 50 dollars. Don't worry, since you didn't come up to pay or check out, I'll just add that to your bill.
To Room 125. Just because the number you are calling is in the same area code as us does not make it local. Those 26 calls you made sure add up. Don't worry, just as with room 139, I'll just charge those to your card for you.
Maids are a lot like nurses as in they have seen everything, cleaned up everything and generally have steel stomachs. My daughter called me a few minutes ago to tell me that one of our maids was getting sick in the grass outside of a room. I'm concerned so I lock up the office and run out there real quick. I get two rooms away and the smell hits me. Yes, the smell of body odor was so strong, I could smell it two doors down. Now that room will have to be blocked off until the time we can manage to get the smell out. They will not be allowed back.
To the creepy guy that was some how put in the room next to my apartment, go away. You have been here for two nights, your time is up. Yesterday we had to throw away the sheets from your room because they were covered in blood. Enough blood that I feel the need to check under the bed for a body. Also, if you want to stand outside of MY door and stare at me as I come and go, that's fine. I've dealt with worse. But when you do the same thing to my 13 year old daughter and she is creeped out enough that she won't leave the lobby until I can walk with her, it's time to go.
To the drunk lobby guy, yes we are allowed to dress casual. No, I don't think my jeans and MMA shirt are inappropriate. What is inappropriate is you bursting out laughing when you see my shoes. This is my first pairs of new shoes in nearly two years. It is not my fault I have freakishly small feet. Yes, I do know how to tie my shoes. It is not my fault that shoe companies assume that children that normally wear that size need Velcro. I like my shoes so bite me.
Just a few of my rants from the weekend. None of them enough for a separate thread but I have a few hours left of shift, so that may change.
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