You know it’s getting to the point that I wish I could just tell all of you that I make all of this nonsenses up regarding the hotel. I really wish I could. And I often think to myself that the place can’t get any worse. Only to find that even before the thought can clear my mind that it has indeed gotten worse.

Today for example. Pay periods at the shithole end on every 15th and last day of the month. So on those days whomever is working the audit has to pull the timecards and replace the old ones with new. Pretty simple right? Timecards are left out at the desk for the auditors. Once the last person punches out (other than the auditor) you pull all the time cards and put them in the back for the “accounting” people. Then of course you put the new timecards out. Very simple process.

So what happens when you don’t have new timecards? Well in the past it was a simple mistake and there have been these spares that you use to show new people how to punch in. Well there are no spare and there are no new ones. I’ve looked all over this goddamn shithole of a hotel for these timecards and I can’t find them. Thank the gods I can still use my old one to punch out with. It makes you wonder why exactly there are no new timecards for me to put out?

Let me tell you a story. There once was a nice lady who worked in back and she made sure that things in the back office ran the way they should. She was responsible for payroll (because the hotels accounting department is staffed with idiots) and getting me the new timecards. She quit is the happy ending to this story. She was able to find a place that wanted to give her raises. A place that treats good employees the way they should be treated. With respect.

So all the place has in the back office is the sheriff of operations. Oh jesus we are all fucked! No one is getting payed ever again! Our lives are in the hands of someone who can not even run the front desk the way it should be ran. Run for the fucking hills people! About the only good this sheriff has done (as I see it) is be the inspiration for MyBossIsAPussy.com (shameless plug) and thats not saying much is it?

I’m going to enjoy this morning as I try to explain to the employees of this hotel why they can’t punch in. Well I’m not really going to explain a goddamn thing to anyone. Everyone is on their own. This place keeps getting worse. I know that every time I say “it can’t get worse” that it does. I shudder to think what tomorrow brings.

I think I just got my first death threat. Some asshole just called the hotel and left me with a warning to watch my back. I can’t exactly remember the whole thing because I was so intimidated by his weasel like sounding voice. I do remember the last bit though. The part that was the threat. The “you better watch your back” part.

You are a very dumb fucker you realize that? You call a place of business that happens to record the phone conversations and you threaten one of it’s employees? You realize that that (unlike you) I can use a process of elimination to figure out who it was that called. I’m sure that some random fucking hillbilly sounding yokel will find out the hotel I work at and call to threaten me for shits and giggles. I’m going to even guess that you happen to be related to one of the idiots.

So with that being said I’ll take my chances with you. You know where I work asshole come on down. But you know your really beneath me. What are you prepared to do? You prepared to kill me or just kick the shit out of me? Be a man. Fact of the matter is I’ve already called the cops and talked to them. I’m prepared to fight for my beliefs, are you?

No I’m not dead. Neither have I been beat up. I do have a sore neck from all of the wasted back watching I’ve done. Numerous individuals wondered about my demise. And I say fuck you to you pricks. Those of you not wanting me to get the shit kicked out of my I offer my thanks.

Gawain googled my dads phone number. I don’t think that speaks enough of his character. He joked about road tripping up here to see what was up. I like to imagine that he would do that for his friends. I think he would. I would do the same for my friends.

My brother has offered more than a few times to beat the shit of this little fuck who called me up on the phone last week. I often wonder how me and my brother will end up. If we will be like my dad and his brother (totally alienated) or if we can manage to stay close as time passes. It’s little things like this that makes me think me and my brother will do ok. The sad thing is the my brother was/is dead serious about kicking the shit out of this guy. It’s also the thing that makes me smile.

The hotel is unchanged after a weeks time gone by. Idiots still work there. Bills are still not payed. Credit Card authorization/processing is still down. This is the best time to stay at the shithole. Go stay. Pay (hah) with a canceled card. Guess what no one will tell you the card is bad. Charge everything you can to the room and smile fucking wide as you pay with your credit card. It will be a long time before the hotel would figure out what happened.

My boss is a pussy. Rather Mybossisapussy.com is still out there. Anyone buy a shirt yet? Me either. I’m waiting on payday. Shirts (the I Work With Idiots shirt is coming) are now on sale! At cost. Go Go Go! Honestly I don’t care if no one buys any. Mybossisapussy.com!

Not dead yet. Been playing with the computer I built. To lazy to download a benchmarking thingamabob. Screenshots will be coming and in excess. Here is the dxdiag report for those who want to see the what I bought:

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System Information
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Time of this report: 2/18/2006, 02:07:52
Machine name: TURK-6D1A6B065
Operating System: Windows XP Professional (5.1, Build 2600) Service Pack 2 (2600.xpsp_sp2_gdr.050301-1519)
Language: English (Regional Setting: English)
System Manufacturer: System manufacturer
System Model: System Product Name
BIOS: BIOS Date: 09/19/05 12:07:53 Ver: 08.00.10
Processor: Intel(R) Pentium(R) 4 CPU 3.20GHz (2 CPUs)
Memory: 1024MB RAM
Page File: 367MB used, 2094MB available
Windows Dir: C:\WINDOWS
DirectX Version: DirectX 9.0c (4.09.0000.0904)
DX Setup Parameters: Not found
DxDiag Version: 5.03.2600.2180 32bit Unicode

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I think things are now officially out of whack at the hotel. As if it was normal at some point with the stupid shit the sheriff allows the idiot to get away with. Last week the sheriff took a week (or more) off. The sheriff does not return to work (hah) until this coming Wednesday. Now get this. His excuse was that he was sick. That the hotel was making him sick. He had a doctors excuse to go along with this limp dick reasoning of his. Do I need to say it? Yeah lets. What a pussy.

For fucks sake. I’ve worked at that shithole for a decade plus change. I’ve seen a lot (and I mean a lot) of managers come and go. The sheriff of operations has got to be in my opinion the worst of the whole fucking lot. To use that kind of bullshit excuse. Jesus what a fucking pussy. It’s like official now My Boss Is A Pussy (plug time) huh? Honestly the piece of shit that hired this guy should be strung up and tarred and feathered. The sheriff has brought about the most chaotic time the hotel has ever experienced.

A desk clerk did the schedule for this upcoming week? Is that fucked up? The sheriff couldn’t bother to do the fucking schedule. Jesus I dislike this sheriff more and more I hear about the shit he gets away with. Hello you Owner people! Wake the fuck up! What the fuck are you paying this guy for? He doesn’t do his job. Desk clerks do his job. Desk clerks take shifts he should work. Desk clerks now do the schedule that he should do. At what point do you decide that just maybe this guy isn’t worth the money your paying him?

It’s a sad state of affairs at the hotel. And it doesn’t look like it’s going to change. Under this current owner/management I see little hope for the place. I often say it can’t get any worse. I’m always proven wrong though as it gets worse. But on the flip side it can be restated that it now is official that my boss is a pussy.

When I built my new computer I used the recommended system requirements (listed in the faq) for Elder Scrolls IV: Oblivion as my guideline. They released some new screenshots and I snagged them up:

If you never played any of the previous games (last one was Morrowind) the easiest way to describe the game is that it is a mmorpg without all the other people to bother you. It looks hot and everytime I read a preview I get all giddy with excitement. The rumor mill says this one will be out in late March.

On Monday the 27th of February in the Year of Our Lord 2006 the idiot punched in at 6:59 am. This is a very note worthy event, one that needs to be documented. For I have had an epiphany and Jesus himself came before me in the form of a mouse. Oh thank you lord for this miracle!

One has to start to question the divine when such forces of nature like the idiot show up early. Even if it is just one minute early. This is all I have ever wanted. I’ve tried many tactics to get this point to hit home with the idiot. Writing about it here on my website. Which later rewarded me with a limp dicked half-assed threating phone call. After that I switched to Plan B. Which was even simpler and it is what I should have done all along.

At 7:00 am I punch out and I leave the hotel. I don’t care if the idiot is there or not. My schedule clearly states that I work 11:00 pm to 7:00 am. I go by the time clock here at work. Which is now only two minutes ahead of real time. I honestly don’t see it being to unreasonable to ask that people come in on time. Especially when your given a head start. But it matters not.

No one in management even knew I was doing this. No one told me to stop. No one asked me why I was leaving when no one was here to replace me. I had to inform those clueless chuckleheads on just what exactly I was doing. It’s funny how you tell the right person and you get some results. Although I am getting ahead of myself.

It is yet to be seen if this miracle repeats its self this morning. This could all be for naught. Perhaps if Our Lord Jesus appears again tonight I will know that it is the miracle I suspect it to be. Jesus incidentally appears here at the hotel as a mouse. Which in retrospect it probably is just a mouse and not the Lord and Savior.

Either way I have decided to name the mouse Jesus. If it starts shitting all over behind the front desk I may have to do like the romans. But I’m quite positive that Jesus will be with the hotel for awhile. I can count on that better than any hope that the idiot continues to come in on time or early.