Fuck This!

Oy! I have to work on my day off.

My relief Night Auditor called me this morning asking if I could take his place tonight. He needed to pickup his girlfriend in the morning. Me and my fucking good heart said, "sure".

I was really looking forward to the night off. I was going to have a little barbecue for myself, roommate and her daughter, do laundry and watch South Park and Prison Break. But of course those plans were to be thrown in the trash because I need to get at least 6-8 hours sleep before going to work.

I should have said fuck you, but I am a nice guy.

As you can tell, I hate being asked at the last minute to report to work, especially when the person requesting me to work in his place knew way in advance that he needed the night off.


Fuck You and fuck your girlfreind, I wanted the night off. I never call in sick or take time off. I schedule my life around my work schedule. Why can't other people, and why am I so fucking hospitable. I am a stupid fuck.

OK, that is my rant for the night.

Oh yeah, some fat ass ed bitch came to complain that our vending machine was out of bottled water and I needed to get her some bottled water. Do I look like the vending company? I told her we do not have any and we will need to contact the vending company in the morning. She was pissed. (FUCK HER!)

I explained the Carl's Jr. across the street sells bottled water, and 2 blocks from us there is a 24 hour pharmacy as well. She still was not happy. Fat ass ed lazy bitch can't walk across the street for a bottle of water, well "FUCK HER."

That is all my ranting for the night.

Pleasant Dreams folks.

Two More Typical Nights

I had a typical couple of nights.

Last night, Saturday around midnight, I had a large group of people who returned from a wedding making a lot of noise and waking up guests. Luckily, they apologized and went straight to their rooms.

At about 5:30 in the morning, I received a call from our breakfast person stating that she was not coming in because she missed her bus. I called our head of house keeping relaying the message and locked up our lobby and set up the breakfast room myself. I really suck at the job since I do not know where anything is kept and where everything is supposed to be displayed. Luckily our head of housekeeping arrived 10 minutes before the room was supposed to be opened and they finished up. She said I did O.K and I returned to the lobby to see if anybody needed to check out.

Tonight was mostly uneventful except some new idiots that are staying with us on the second floor were waking up other guests. I told them to shut up or check out. I informed the complaining guests to call me if there were any further issues. So far there were none.

Ever since I was robbed, I have become moodier and will not tolerate inconsiderate assholes disturbing people who want to sleep. I especially hate being disturbed regarding these jerks and having to get them to quiet down. I don't get payed much and do not need some drunken idiot to give me a hard time.

Long Time No See.

I know…. It has been a long time since I posted. A lot has happened. I have dealt with the usual drunken idiot and all, but the part that was bad was a few weeks ago.

I was robbed.

It was the first time I have ever experienced anything like this. This person comes into the lobby while I am doing my audit at 3am and asks if I could give him change for a dollar.

I say sure, no problem. I open the cash drawer and reach for some quarters when the person says give me all of that cash or I am going to shoot you.

I see he has his right hand in his jacket as if he has a gun, and I respond “What?”

He says, “Give me the money or I will shoot you.”

I stupidly respond, “Can I see your gun?”

He says, “Do you want to die?”

I respond, “I don’t care.”

He says, “Do you have family? Won’t they miss you if you’re dead?”

I say, “I have life insurance and am worth more dead.”

Him: “Give me the money.”

Me: “I’d rather not. We are being video recorded; I think it would be better if you just leave.”

Him: “I will come back there and kill you.”

Me: “You can’t; the door is locked. Will you show me your gun?”

Him: “I will jump over the counter and pistol whip you.”

Me: “I want to see your gun.”

Him: “I will kill you, give me the money.”

Me: “I’d rather not; I do not want to risk losing my job. I cannot afford it. I do not want family to wind of homeless (I thought playing the sympathy card may get him to leave). Shoot me if you need, I am worth more dead.”

He looks at me as if I’m crazy and says. “You are not going to lose your job, and they (the hotel) will not make you pay back the money, but I will kill you if you do not give me the money.”

Me: “I’m going to call the cops.” I walk over to the phone and proceed to dial 911.

The robber reaches over the counter, pushes open the cash drawer, and grabs about $45 in 5-dollar bills. I reach over and try to slam the drawer on his hand but am to slow. He runs out the door and down the street.

I speak with the 911 operator and they dispatch the police.

I have been repeatedly told and lectured that I was stupid and should not have argued and just given him the money without asking questions.

I agree, that is the advice I would have given someone in my place, but I was not thinking at the time and just reacting to the situation.

I am only now grasping the reality of the situation and have been jumpy the last couple of weeks.