A few days ago I got pissed about how something’s are done half-assed by my co-workers. so I decided to write down what is was that they were doing wrong. There is only four items, but they are important. So I left it with the soon to be front Desk Manager. When I came in the next day to pick up my paycheck I asked Mosher (the Accountant) if they got my note and if anything was going to be done about it. She told me that yes something would be done. Payday was the start of my four days off.

So on my first day back I figured everything would be correct, foolish me. These people forgot to do two out of the four things I had bitched about. And as the Auditor it is supposed to be my job to do this stuff anyway, I know this. Its just that in the “good old days” things were done differently.

I hate that every time I think about when it was fun to work at the hotel that I automatically say “good old days”. It makes me feel like a dinosaur. I am an extinct species. None of my kind is left. I miss some of them. Of course the “good old days” were not always good, but that’s a different story. Anyway… In shall we say the “old days” everyone knew what they were doing. The desk was ran by a sweet old lady named Barb. She never gave anyone shit about getting days off or anything like that. then you had a competent desk staff that would generally look out for each other. First shift would try to make sure the place was in nice shape for Second shift. second shift would look out for the Auditors. And the Auditors would make sure everything was smooth for First shift. You get the idea?

When Barb hired someone they would most times end up staying awhile, unlike today when we go through new people by the month or less. Barb also knew how to make the schedule. There was always enough people on to cover whatever shift it would be. And in those days we could work alone without whining and nagging.

Well I’ve lost my momentum. When I started this rant I was ready to turn in my notice to quit. Now I’ve lost the anger, for now. Tomorrow me and some friends fly off to sunny Florida. Hopefully its sunny.

I’m back. I don’t feel any better. In fact I’m as pissed as ever. It seems nothing ever changes at the Hotel. I guess I’m an idiot for hoping, no wishing something would change. I’ve worked at that fucking Hotel for damn near six years now. But, sometimes I don’t think the people in charge know this. I went in to check when I go back in and found this nice memo. I guess congratulations are in order. Of course I (and I’m biased here) think its pretty fucking funny how this putz who’s been working there only a couple of months gets a promotion. But he’s shown great ability. Anyway click the small memo picture to see the big picture.

When I came into work last night I found another interesting memo. My old buddy John , who had been night manager, was shit canned yesterday. I had been into work around two o’clock to pick up my check and no one had said anything. I stopped in Wednesday night after seeing a movie and talked to John then. He didn’t say anything about getting fired. So it seems that this was a kind of a spur of the moment thing. Its sad that this has to happen whatever the reason. John knew what he was doing, and in the hotel that’s always nice. He could work the desk, he could run the restaurant. He had been there longer than me. I’m Just about the only one left who remembers the “old days”. So it goes. Anyway I’ve got two copies of the memo. Click the thumbs to enlarge.

Did a little re-design on the old website. I added frames and that’s about it. I updated the working section with a little bit on poor old Johnny. still haven’t heard from John on the whole fiasco. As usual at work there is a total news blackout on the whole subject. One of these days I would like to join all of my comrades like John in a life after the old HI.

I’d kill for a cigarette right now. Don’t know what brought that on. I guess I’ve been thinking to much about work today. I was thinking how much I’ve started to really hate the fucking place as it is right now circa 1998. I know this might sound like a recurring theme here at this webpage. And you know what IT IS!!!! I would lose a lot of material for this hobby if I quit work. But I’m also putting a terrible toll on my soul staying at the hotel. I mean how much longer am I going to be able to take it? My pipe dream is to be out of the place by December 31 1999. This June it will be six years for this tour of duty. Well I can’t take it any more I’ll be right back I got to have a smoke.

Ok I feel a little better. I had my smoke. Now I’m hungry. Before I go I have to say hi to a few people. First I want to thank Mark for finally taking a look at my humble webpage. I had to just about take him in hand and lead him here. Oh well That’s three viewers that I know about. I also would like to thank “Buster” for a raving quote. Which he said after viewing my webpage is this: “Your psycho.” It was a compliment.

Just a few things this time around. I have a couple of things I have to say. First up is that I want to thank my viewing audience for putting up with my bullshit and I wanted to tell the both of you to get used to it. If anyone else checks out my psychopathic ramblings please e-mail me. The e-mail address is all the way at the bottom of the page.