Being the first top Manager to see the site I had a talk with him to see what he thought:

Turk: Howdy.
Jvlbl: Hey I was in the front office
Turk: doing what?
Jvlbl: just hanging
Turk: so what part or parts do you think I am misinformed on?
Jvlbl: our AGM and the chicago position
Turk: That came from her mouth
Jvlbl: she was telling a little white L**
Turk: any thing else in particular
Jvlbl: or just not the whole story
Turk: What else did you object to?
Jvlbl: also the night manager positoin was done away with
Turk: Did I say otherwise?
Jvlbl: no I guess not (sorry)
Turk: Its ok. I have had the site for eight months now. I forget some of it.
Jvlbl: and in gm’s defence he’s really not all bad
Turk: I don’t think he’s bad. I’m just poking fun at him and his job.
Jvlbl: and i thought it was good
Turk: thanks
Turk: Anything you think I should revise from a managment point of view?
Jvlbl: can i be on the non excriment management list
Turk: Surething.
Jvlbl: what a guy
Turk: that was written in anger.
Jvlbl: come on now
Turk: Really.
Jvlbl: why
Turk: Because I got written up for sitting down after nine hours.
Jvlbl: that was not good and i know who did it and she told me she did it when she did it and i told her that i disagreed
Turk: She was doing what she thought was right.
Jvlbl: but who the hell am i?
Jvlbl: true, but not looking at the big picture. but i wasn’t there so i don’t know the details
Turk: Nor was I.
Jvlbl: anyway…….gotta roll lots o things to do i’m a busy busy guy
Turk: See ya.
Jvlbl: next mod shift

So there you have it, non-excrement.

Well my six day streak came to an end. Yesterday I had some trouble with my isp. So I really was going to do an update. Yesterday was the birthday of my cousin and by chance Harpy #13. So I was going to wish her a happy birthday, but now I got to do it a day late. Sorry coz. Happy Birthday.

You ever have one of those moments were you feel like you just put your foot in your mouth? Usually this kind of thing only happens in real life, not on the net. Well I have managed to put my foot in my mouth internet style. Here is a chat transcript of me thinking I’m about to talk with a buddy of mine and I end up with the wife instead:

Turk: hey faggot
Buddy: mrs faggot here
Turk: Oops sorry.
Turk: Really sorry.
Buddy: tis ok hes at work
Buddy: i just checked his mail
Buddy: hey i have a birthday invite 4 u to trevors party u gonna b around later
Turk: Cool
Buddy: u gonna b at troys later
Turk: Yeah must likely.
Buddy: ok ill drop it off there
Turk: cool.
Buddy: well chace is crying i gotta go
Turk: bye bye
Buddy: bye

Really happened. No lie.

It makes me wonder why I even run the damn thing. AIM is full of stupid fucks. Sorry that may be kind of harsh. But I just hate playing childish games.

Session Start (AIM – Turk:lilangelbabe468): Mon Feb 10 16:27:01 2003
lilangelbabe468: Hi. I’m from Hotel Blues
Turk: Hi
lilangelbabe468: im just kidding
lilangelbabe468: whats up
Turk: Not much
lilangelbabe468: cool
lilangelbabe468: where are you from?
lilangelbabe468: how old are you/
Turk: why?
lilangelbabe468: i want to know
lilangelbabe468: im not going to stock you gay lord
Turk: you first
lilangelbabe468: MA
lilangelbabe468: now u
Turk: Il
lilangelbabe468: what are u a lil chicken butt
lilangelbabe468: ll
lilangelbabe468: whats that stand for
Turk: Illinois
lilangelbabe468: ohh
lilangelbabe468: how old are you
Turk: 30
lilangelbabe468: off
lilangelbabe468: *ohh
lilangelbabe468: well i g2g
lilangelbabe468: i havta take a shower
Turk: great
lilangelbabe468: bcuz im going out w/ my b/f
Turk: great
lilangelbabe468: im 13 if ur wondering…
Turk: I’m not
lilangelbabe468: w/
lilangelbabe468: e
lilangelbabe468: g2g tho
lilangelbabe468: bye

This pinhead makes the last time I chatted with someone I didn’t know look like a genius.

So last night at work I get a phone call. It was one of those strange kind of phone calls. The chick at the other end of the phone is at a bar. At least that’s what I assume because of all the loud noise in the background. The chick asks if a guest is staying here. She gives me the name. I look in the computer and find the guy this she is looking for.

Up to this point it was a normal call for me. Some drunk chick is calling looking for some dude because apparently her friend wants to fuck this dude. Business as usual for me. But I get thrown for a loop when this chick says my name.

The short conversation that followed is only kind of lingering like the way a dream does when you first wake up. Not that I’ve dreamed about this subject, I haven’t. When I realized who it was I was talking to the feelings I had were hard to describe. First off I just about dropped the phone.

So let me see what did I feel? Terror, confusion, more terror, and lots of panic. Why did I feel all of these things? The answer is hard to explain. There is lots of reasons why it’s hard to explain. Most of them have been talked about before. And I don’t really feel like bringing it all up again. I kind of figured this was something that wouldn’t come up again.

But it did. The chick is someone I used to know. It’s been almost three years since I’ve talked to her. This post here explains it a little. The conversation we had was awkward. By the end of the conversation she asked if I wanted to see her or something along those lines.

My answer was yeah sure. But that wasn’t good enough for her. She wanted to be sure about it. So I told here yes I wanted to see her. I think I went on to much about how I wanted to see her. I wonder if I sounded to eager.

After I got off the phone panic set in again. I watched the clock as the time ticked away. I thought about what we would talk about. I thought about what I would say to her. I had been chatting with a buddy on aim and had this conversation:

Turk: jeez I just got off the phone with my old buddy that one girl
Aim Buddy: oh god…eek…. how did that come about
Turk: she was calling for a girlfriend of hers looking for some guy staying here
Turk: I just about dropped the phone when I realized who it was I was talking to
Aim Buddy: i bet
Turk: She’s going to come down to see me
Aim Buddy: oh god…. how u dealing with that
Turk: I don’t know yet
Turk: I could quit and run and hide
Aim Buddy: lol
Turk: or I can just be cool about it
Turk: I’m not sure what I’m going to do
Turk: I mean what do I say to her?
Aim Buddy: i hope everything goes well…. i have no idea… it seems very awkward
Turk: yeah it will be fine. Or worst case I end up insulting her on accident
Aim Buddy: lol
Turk: I’ll try to behave. It’s my own fault all that happened
Turk: It’s been almost three years since I saw or spoke to her
Aim Buddy: eh i wouldnt go that far….. yeah
Turk: nah it was my fault
Turk: I liked her in a way that wasn’t friendly from the start
Turk: I knew what could/did happen
Aim Buddy: yeah
Turk: man I shouldn’t be as nervous as I am
Aim Buddy: yeah but i underatnd it
Turk: it’s just odd
Turk: you women are evil
Turk: I’d go gay if I could get turned by a big hairy ass
Aim Buddy: lol!
Turk: man I’m going to end being sarcastic and I’m going to piss her off
Turk: why do I even care?
Turk: fuck
Aim Buddy: lol
Turk: at least it’s something to write about
Turk: and I know how she is, she’s been drinking
Turk: maybe I can hide
Aim Buddy: lol
Turk: duck down really quick when she comes in and pretend theres no one here
Aim Buddy: lol
Aim Buddy: i think thatd be worse
Turk: I got to have another smoke. be right back
Aim Buddy: k
Turk: back
Aim Buddy: k
Turk: god I’ve been checking myself in the mirror
Aim Buddy: oh good lord… she has u bent all out of shape
Turk: yeah
Turk: I’ll be fine

I worried for nothing as it seems. She never did come in to see me. My panic, terror, and confusion is now replaced with anger.

Anger because I can’t help but feel like I had just been dicked around. Under the circumstances I just wonder what her motivation was. I wonder if this wanting to come and see me is at all related to the fact she was drinking. Maybe her intentions were honest. Maybe she just didn’t have the time. I just don’t know. I never have been able to guess what she was thinking.

And yes part of me wants to see her. But part of me doesn’t know what I want. She gave me her cell number and I ponder if I should call her. She can’t call me even if she wanted to, because I got rid of my home phone. Granted she can call me at work. But I’m off the next four days. So the next way to get a hold of me is through this website. Or she could send me an email, it’s at the bottom of every page.

In the end I’m left with to many questions. Questions I don’t want to ask or answer because I’m scared. All I can do is sit and wait. After three years, whats a day or two?

Because I’m bored here is a little chat I had with the assistant general manager of the hotel. I like to point out there is not a actual general manager. So this makes her the assistant manager of nothing.

Turk: hey!
Turk: you going to give me the 25th off?
Turk: hello?
Turk: don’t ignore me
Manager of Nothing: Yes I am giving you the 25th off
Turk: thank you Boss
Manager of Nothing: no problem
Turk: how a copy of the daily sheet so I’m not so bored off my ass
Turk: how about
Manager of Nothing: I am working on it
Turk: is what I meant
Turk: ok
Turk: I have a copy of it at home Boss
Turk: I’ll sell it to you
Manager of Nothing: bring it in and make a copy on the fax machine
Turk: bah
Manager of Nothing: come on do me a favor
Turk: the fax machine is not a copy machine
Turk: ok since you got me the 25th off
Turk: I’ll see if I can find it
Manager of Nothing: thank you
Turk: anytime
Manager of Nothing: gotta go, have a meeting to go to
Turk: well I got to get back to work
Turk: bye Boss
Manager of Nothing: have a great day, I will probably see your mom today
Turk: ok
Turk: tell hi
Turk: tell her hi
Manager of Nothing: ok
Manager of Nothing: see ya later
Turk: yeah

Welcome to the internet, your famous now.

The following chat log just makes me chuckle. It leaves a warm feeling in my heart that someone would hate me. Job well done I say. Read the following short conversation and see if you can see why I’m laughing:

Hotel Guy: i found someone that really hates you
Turk: who hates me?
Hotel Guy: the bartender here
Turk: which one?
Hotel Guy: cathy i think
Turk: well that’s just to fucking bad
Hotel Guy: she went on and on
Turk: heh
Turk: about what?
Hotel Guy: she mentioned that you wouldn’t help her on her first day?
Turk: ain’t nothing I can do to help her
Turk: she on her own
Hotel Guy: that’s what she said you told her
Turk: I don’t know shit about that computer system
Turk: well I fail to see a problem
Hotel Guy: what did she want you to help her with
Turk: can’t remember
Turk: I don’t give a fuck either
Turk: they pay me to do the audit, not to help stupid fucking bartenders
Turk: and until the schedule changes for the both of us that’s all they get

I just can’t stress enough just how much I could give two flying fucks if some bartender hates me. It’s a compliment as far as I’m concerned. Let me say again and in bold type no less, I am a night audit clerk and nothing else. I am not a manager and I do not do anything other than the night audit. I don’t help bartenders who are not trained. I don’t train other employees, be it front desk clerks or front desk managers.

I’m sorry these people have put themselves in this position, I really am. But management’s mis-management of the place does not fall on my shoulders. But if they want me to be more than just a night audit clerk they need to start paying for it. And I’m talking about more than my hourly wage. It’s the little things that would please me.

To start I would like a yearly review. I’m not even asking that they give a raise to go with it. I’m just saying go through the motions. Tell me I’m doing a good job. We can work on the raise issue later. But these people don’t even go through the motions. They have skipped that all together. They are the kind of people that would bend you over the table and would fuck you in the ass and then not even have the goddamn common courtesy to give you a reach-around.

And speaking of raises, do you know the last time I got a raise? It was way back on January 18, 2001. How many years is that? That’s almost two years. I find that pretty unacceptable. I suppose it could be worse. But with all of this other shit I’m just kind of intolerant of this. We don’t even get paid vacations. Again this isn’t me asking for an arm and a leg here. I just expect my employer to be a little more employee friendly. This current regime has no intention of even trying to be friendly to the common hotel employee. And it shows to more than people inside the hotel. What do they think their mistreated employees tell their family and friends? And what do you think the family and friends tell the people they know? It’s a long bitter line that goes farther than they can imagine. But that’s something I don’t think they care about.

It’s ironic that the fifth anniversary of the day I was fired from the hotel is coming up. On that night all that long time ago I was shown the hatch because I wasn’t happy. It’s ironic because I’m not happy right now. Under the terms of my firing five years ago I should be shown the hatch once again. The sad thing is I think with a few simple and logical changes this could all change. But it’s not my position to tell them what they should do. Who knows, maybe it will change. In fact I know it will change one way or another. I don’t think the change that is going to happen will leave the hotel’s management very happy. One way or another a very simple thing is going to happen. And on that day maybe I’ll finally be happy. Only time will tell, and it always does.

Now I don’t want to come off like a bad guy or anything. But if you look at the forum calender you will see the way the hotel work schedule is supposed to be. It still amazes me how this simple thing can be such a problem. It’s kind of like the polish guide to fucking. Four days on, four days off, and then repeat.

Which brings me to explaining the title of this post. The Favor System. Which is something I believe in. It’s kind of like respect, that favors have to be earned. I expect if I do a favor for someone that the favor be returned. It’s common sense mafia shit. Now if you don’t do me the favor in return, unlike the mafia I won’t kill you. Just don’t expect to ever have me do you a favor in return.

Another thing I don’t like is having someone go over my head. That is a big no no. That is a major thing to remember. You go over my head and there are no more favors. You go over my head and you no longer have my support. You go over my head and your on your own.

Part of the problem I’m talking about can be explained with the following excerpt from Trillian‘s chat log:

Session Start (Hotel Guy:Turk): Sun Nov 30 06:29:38 2003
Hotel Guy: hey did u have christmas off last year or did i
*** Auto-response from Turk: Im in the middle of DAoC, or Star Wars Galaxies. Of course, I could be in the middle of your mom too. Check to see if my car is in your driveway.
**Swiped from Gawain
Turk: I don’t remember
Hotel Guy: ok
Turk: why?
Hotel Guy: i asked for the 24-26 off
Turk: oh
Turk: why don’t you just leave it the way it is
Turk: you would have off 25-28 as it is with the 4 on 4 off
Turk: accept you would have to work the 24
Turk: which is a big whoop
Turk: your working 31st
Hotel Guy: that’s not a problem
Session Close (Turk): Sun Nov 30 07:02:28 2003

This is all of the problem actually. Now the way I read this is that the two of us agreed on the way the schedule would be. So you can understand why I’m slightly pissed off. The funny thing about this chat log is that I got it off of the work computer. Unknown to the Hotel Guy Trillian has been keeping a chat log of all of his conversations. Which is cool because here I was thinking I would have to wait till I got home to put this up.

Maybe this pisses me off more than it should. But all I want is Christmas Eve off. I’m not asking for a lot here. And this whole thing is all about the work schedule changing. When it’s first put out I have my four days off like it is in the forum calender. But it mysteriously changes when I come in to work. Well it’s not all that much of a mystery really.

Me and the Hotel Guy had just talked about this over the phone a few days ago. He had asked me if I would switch days with him. He wanted to trade some day of his for the 24th. My answer was no. I told him not to be greedy. And this is what this is. I totally understand the need to be with your family on Christmas morning. I understand quite a bit. I got my niece and nephew and these kids make Christmas fun again for me.

Now not to bring the whole mafia-like vibe back into this topic, but don’t ever go around me again. I don’t threaten, I’m just stating a fact. I’m the kind of person you want with you not against you. Lot’s of things have changed now with this bullshit. Your on your own now. Don’t ask me for favors or help in any matter. It’s to bad this had to happen. Such a petty thing to loose someone that was in your corner over. I’m not saying I’m anything special, it’s just that it doesn’t hurt to have a person on your side. And with the way things are at the hotel a person needs all the help they can get.