So I’m back at work. Immediately I remember why it is I really don’t like my job. The customers. I hate them. The guy that made me remember this wasn’t a customer exactly. He was one of those people I would classify a bum. The guy was harassing the desk clerk. He wanted free coffee. He bitched when the doors to go outside didn’t open automatically. He worked for the brand we are. Had is the keyword here. Is this guy staying at the hotel? Nope. He just wanted free stuff. I think I hate those ones the most.

And it feels great to be back at work. Four days of this is heaven. Gosh I don’t know how I could think differently.