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.

Man you know a guy is an asshole when one of his co-workers comes to the desk and apologizes for the shit that happened that morning. As it turns out my assessment of the asshole wasn’t far off. Everyone who works with him thinks he is a loud rude obnoxious asshole. It gets even worse because he is a manager of some kind. So he thinks that his salary affords him the right to be an asshole to everyone.

This nice guy who came and apologized was there that morning. He was part of the reason I got yelled at. He was the guy checking in. The guy who’s reservation should have been under the company name like the old sales lady told the asshole. So this guy had to stand next to the prick while he yelled at me. Which may explain why he felt he had to apologize to me.

But unlike some people I don’t make a broad generalization about others based on my experience with one person. I figured that the guy wasn’t liked by his co-workers. I figured he was an asshole to everyone. And the the guy who apologized certainly didn’t need to do that. I told him as much. But this kind of thing happens often from what the nice guy said.

So I had my one bright spot for the day. It happens every now and then.