Well its my birthday and I fucked up all ready. You see I was supposed to eat diner with my family and I went out with my friends. My grandma is mad at me. My Oldman is probably pissed to. So here on the net I will say I’m sorry. I can be a selfish bastard sometimes. And this happened to be one of those times. Sorry. Sorry. Sorry. Sorry. Anyway life goes on.

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.

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.

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.

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.

Have I ever mentioned that my work place is hell? Well it is. I get there late, of course. I didn’t care. We had a fair size group coming in. So I was working alone from say 3:15 to 5:00ish. Now the phone rings off the hook, so it makes checking in people hard when you have to answer the phone every second. I would put people on hold and wait to finish checking in people. The accountant and the gm’s secretary try to help. But I think they only get in the way. The only one that stays out of my way when we are busy is the night mod. And that’s only because he’s been there a while. The accountant has been here longer but she tries to help to much. same goes for the gm’s secretary.

The other problem I have with second shift is the fact I’m used to being there alone on third shift. No annoying guests to bother you. No annoying managers. Just me and the security guard. You see I can’t handle the guests. When they ask a stupid question I want to smack them one. I want to tell them where to go. But I also bite my tongue on third shift because there is generally less of the guests to deal with. That is not the way it is on a busy second shift. The pesky guests are all over the hotel. And they keep coming in.

Which brings me to another point. When we got bought by the new company that runs us now, we (the peons) thought they were great people running the show. They have a glamorous feel to them. And the first year it seemed they gave a shit. After that initial year was up they lost their glamorous feel and took on more of a weasel like appearance. (The definition of weasel by the way is this: any small carnivore of the genus Mustela, of the family Mustelindae, having a long, slender body and feeding chiefly on small rodents.) And they certainly consider us small rodents. I now come to First Concern™. First Concern™ was a big thing that every employee had to go to. Several classes we all had to attend. You were supposed to have your First Concern™ button on at all times. The management (weasels) pick an employee at random and if they had on their First Concern™ button they were given $20.00 bucks. No one to my knowledge ever got the $20.00 bucks for there First Concern™ button. The guests were are First Concern™. Notice I say were, as in past tense.

I guess the whole point of this rant is this, if we are going to make the guests are First Concern, then the weasels should work on better scheduling.