The Accountant was a little mad about me discovering that ALL managers have excrement for bodily fluids. I told her that I was sorry that she had excrement for bodily fluids. But she wouldn’t let it rest at that. She must of heard of this before that ALL managers have excrement for bodily fluids because she had all of the medical equipment to prove other wise. So I would like to say that the Accountant does not have excrement for bodily fluids. She is the exception to the rule. So let me restate my hypothesis: ALL managers besides the Accountant have excrement for bodily fluids. I’m sorry for the confusion.

By the way Troy , this is four in a row for updating the site. Troy is an Assistant Manager at Menard$. His blood test hasn’t got back from the labs yet.

Let me start by saying that all, and I mean ALL managers have excrement for bodily fluids. This covers the General Manager all the way down to the Catering Manager. Their ancestor most likely have inbred for hundreds of generations. They are the stinking pile of dung that you have the misfortune to step in. Law should mandate that they are not allowed to bread future generations, at least for the safety of us non-managers. If they already have children, then the same rule should apply.

With that said let me tell you about one of these excrement laden scum. This Manager in question would be the Catering Manager. She is a serious case of why they shouldn’t be allowed to breed. I don’t honestly know what her problem is. She used to be a front desk clerk. So if there would ever be an exception to ALL managers having excrement for bodily fluids it would be someone like her. But, it appears she’s just like the rest. Or I have offended her in some way, which is always a possibility. Still I would not expect her to be like that.

After working nine hours I decided that I would sit down where the reservation desk is. This is only a few feet away from the desk in the back office. So if Maggie got busy I would see or Maggie would ask me to give her a hand. Shit it wasn’t like I went to the restaurant or something. Which I have done. This Manager she tells Maggie out at the desk that if I am going to sit there and not help her that she was going to send me home. I over heard her say this being that I was only two fucking feet away. So then she comes in back where I am and tells me this bullshit. Now I’m sorry But I don’t think I was doing anything wrong sitting down. Fucksake it was quiet all morning, even at this time she was telling me this. So I informed to look on the wall behind her and told her to read the part telling I’m intitled to a twenty minute break after seven and a half hours or something around that time limit. Again let me remind you that it was nine hours into my shift when she asks me this shit. So after she told me that if I wasn’t going to help Maggie then I should go home I shocked that she was telling me this. I told her that I would help Maggie. But then I started thinking about it and decided that ALL managers have excrement for bodily fluids so I went home. Maybe the Catering Manager would like to do the fucking audit tonight.

Once more I want to state before I sign off that I honestly don’t think I was in the wrong for sitting down. And I would like to remind everyone that ALL managers have excrement for bodily fluids.

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.

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.