The lengths I’ll go to fuck with somebody. Honestly I have issues. But I just can’t forgive. I’m mistreated and there is no making up for it. This old guy who I’m making it my mission for fuck with checks out today. I’m wondering just what kind of loud rude obnoxious bullshit I’ll get to listen to today?

I’m proud to say the USA Todays are sitting out front still. I had to carry them back once after the morning cook brought them in. Then just a little later I had to step outside to make sure the nice old lady in housekeeping didn’t bring them in like she does. I’ve got my bitch to fetch the papers for me. It’s just that this old prick doesn’t now he’s my paper fetching bitch yet.

It’s also a shame that the scissors are still borrowed out. It’s just these little things that make my day. I’m also toying with the idea of emailing/calling the home office of this crappy cookie place to let them know what an old fucking asshole they have representing them up here in the north. Not that it would do any good.

It’s just the basic idea of it all that bothers me even now. I’ve always hated that kind of customer. The kind that thinks his seven to eight rooms makes him the sole contributor to keep this hotel running. Or that since he works for Crappy Cookie Inc that I should get down on my hands and knees and bow to him. I’ve seen people like this guy come and go in my time at the hotel.

The sad fact of the matter is that this guy and his company and his overall business lumps him in the category of small fries. It’s just the current state of this hotel that we have to cater to this kind of asshole. It used to be when this kind of asshole bitched you out it kinda really mattered because they had over 100 rooms a month (at the very least). And now we jump through hoops for some asshole and his eight rooms? It’s just a sad state of affairs.

But why am I complaining? It’s because of this asshole and the way the hotel is currently run that I’ve got motivation to get the fuck out of dodge. Leaving the poor little Sheriff to fend for himself. November 28th people will be my last day. Granted a lot can happen between now and then. But I’m going to do my damnedest to get out of here. One way or another.

Work is something I just hate now. I hate getting up for work. I hate getting ready for work. I hate going to work. I hate being at work. The only thing I don’t hate about work is leaving work. But then it’s just a vicious circle and it just keeps repeating itself.

In fact I’m starting to suspect that I hate work so much that I’m starting to hate myself for letting myself get stuck in this job. Because that’s what it feels like. I’m stuck in this job. I just can’t escape it. I try of course. But I have doubts that I will be able to leave the place.

It’s simple really. Work has become a safe haven. It’s not a hard job really. It’s rather easy. I don’t get paid much of course. But in the long run the people that pay me are the ones that are getting fucked over. Their lucky if I do two hours work in my eight hour shift.

Fuck. This is just me talking just to try to keep posting on a semi regular basis.

I’m laughing my ass off and I’m at work. The incompetent management has decided not to pay MSI and after a few faxes attempting to get payment they have stopped supporting WinPM at our hotel. So if anything goes wrong you can just say good night. It’s all over. Until the cheap fucks that are the owners of this miserable hotel decides to pay their bill.

It’s funny really because I saw the first fax when it came over through. I brought it up to the Sheriff. I tried to stress how important it is to have MSI Support. This was in early October mind you. So the hotel was warned. Pay or no more support. The Sheriff should know how important it is to have support. What if something really bad happens with the computers?

Which tonight all it was is that I couldn’t finish the reports that usually spit out after the audit is done. Big whoop. But it illustrates my point. I called support and they could not help me reprint the reports. Not that I really give a shit. Those reports don’t make or break my job. It’s management that need them. It’s just the general idea. I was really hoping for something nasty to happen. But this will serve my purposes.

Do these people think this is anyway to run a business? When you owe someone over two grand I think you have problems. And I wonder if the same thing were to happen to them if they would feel differently? Sure they would. These cheap fuckers want their money. They just don’t want to pay the bills. They want their cake and to eat it to. And god only knows how many other companies this hotel owes money. It will just continue on this way. These “owners” will never learn. It’s a sad thing really.

Comedy gold tonight folks. Here is a note from the Sheriff:

Turk,

*** may have a
family emergency tomorrow
night. Would/could you
work tomorrow if she
picks up one of your
shifts?

Please let me
know,

The Sheriff

Honestly do I really need to answer this? Right after reading it the first thing that came to mind is to reply Dr. Seuss style:

Would I,
could I,
work for her?

I would not,
could not,
work for her.

And that’s all I could muster. It’s hard writing like Seuss. The thing is the employee with the possible family emergency already knows what my answer is. I’m sure the Sheriff has been told what my answer will be. The answer is no. With the way things are currently the Sheriff is lucky I work the days he schedules me.

Except I’m not going to let him know, unless you consider this post my letting him know. He can call me and ask if he wants. I’ll still tell him no. He’s working 3pm-11pm tomorrow night. I’m afraid that does not sway me into feeling sorry for him. He can work 3pm to 7am. That’s his job. It’s not my job.

I’ve come up with some new ideas on how to get a raise out of these asshole at the hotel. It was really thanks to this last bit of “management” from the Sheriff. I’m getting the idea that the guy doesn’t want to work the third shift. Either he doesn’t know how to do the audit or he’s not mad about the third shift. Now of course being the front desk manager he certainly knows how to do the audit right?

So if the other lady can’t/won’t work and the supposed front desk manager won’t/can’t work the natural solution is to have me work? Shit I can’t even get a vacation, does this guy really think I’m going to cooperate and fill in for shifts that are not mine? Let make it really simple for you. I work Sunday to Thursday. That is it. I only ask for one day off every year. I don’t ask for raises. I just expect that I get my one day off with no problems. I also expect that I’m allowed to use this vacation time I’m supposedly given.

So here it is. The idea. I’m willing to work extra days for a raise. I’ll come in when I’m not scheduled for more money. In fact if they really expect me to give them two weeks notice for when I quit (maybe one day) they need to give me a raise. And I want back pay all the way to the last time I got a raise. Those are the terms of my proposal. Not that it really matters. But so were clear I won’t work anything other than Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, and Thursday. I don’t work on Friday or Saturday. The Sheriff can be a dick and schedule me on those day. But I will not come in.

Monday the 28th if I’m scheduled after I’ve asked for this day off I’ll be disappointed. Even though I have stated previously that I would be off that day whether I was scheduled or not I will come into work if he does not give me my day off. I just want it made clear that there will be no favors. I will not help out in any way when asked. Vague threats that mean nothing to no one but me I’m sure. But when the day comes and the Sheriff needs an extra hand he can forget it.

This is just a prelude to things to come. I’m not going to talk more about it here. I’ve set myself up for disappointment before and I won’t do it again. I’m pretty much committed to getting fired or getting a new job. The hotel can keep me. But they will have to pay through the nose to get me to be a team player. What are the odds I can get fired again on the 28th? Honestly the time has come. My time and place with this hotel has come and gone. Those fools can continue to destroy the hotel, they will just have to do it without me.

Some days I just wish I had my digital camera on me at all times. Here at the shithole it’s been storming. Winds are blowing pretty hard and the rain has been pouring down fast. The great sign out front of the place just had the shit kicked out of it.

The bottom portion where the letters go to make up the messages on the sign just got blown off. I can’t say “just” of course. I have no idea when it actually happened. No windows to look out where I sit. Not that I give a shit either. That sign is so old it was just held together with spit and duct tape. The cheap fucks that own the place never would fix anything the correct way. And now it’s been blown over sort of speak.

I’ll go get my camera in the morning and snap a pic for my collection. I can take my time of course. Because the sign won’t be fixed to fast. They will have to spend money and stuff. In fact I predict it will be all fucked up for a few days at the least. More than enough time for me to get my camera and take my time doing so.

Some people are lazier than me when it comes to their job. Perfect example being those lazy assholes who deliver the USA Todays. These guys drive right through the overhang and toss the papers out the window. They don't stop. They don't check to see if the paper bundle broke and the papers have started to scatter. Shit theses guys barely slow down when they come through the overhang. This was the result of yesterdays delivery:

And they probably don't give a shit. Which is cool. I don't give a shit either about the USA Todays. In fact it's unfortunate my one redneck asshole wasn't in this time. I would have enjoyed the idea of making him pick them up. The last time was much worse than this. Last week this happened except the wind was blowing really good. Those USA Todays were all over the parking lot. What a mess.