I have seen the end of civilization as we now it ladies and gentlemen. I was going through some of my PC games links and found this on OGR (Online Gaming Review). It seems that Eidos Interactive is putting out a computer game based on the great Mel Gibson movie Braveheart.

I don’t know about the rest of you semi-intelligent people out there, but this really scares me. I really think this is a sign of impending doom. That and the fact some company made a game out of Water World. I’m scared.

I made a trip down to my old high school today. I have not been back for at least a year and a half. As of late I have been going through my old yearbooks. I like to go back every once in a while just to see the few teachers I liked. It’s weird to go back there, the school has changed.

The main reason I went back was to go and see my old Football Coach who also doubles as a History teacher. Mr. Peterson started when my class were freshman so I think we got to know him better than the rest of the teachers we had. It was like we started high school together in a way.

While I was sitting there talking to him, I for some reason couldn’t help but think of this one time around my freshman/sophomore year when I was out for basketball. It was at practice and someone came and told Mr. Peterson some bad news. I really don’t remember who told him or if he came to practice knowing this bad news. So any way we had been doing some running drills or something and Fago had falling down and twisted his ankle or some shit like that. So Peterson gave me his keys to go and get bandages and stuff like that. Keep in mind the keys were not only to the coaches office but his keys to his car and home. The varsity coach was leaving to go home around this time so Peterson stressed not to forget to bring the keys back up.

And of course I forgot the keys down in the office, which I made sure was locked when I came back up. Well he took care of Fago and then asked for his keys. This was when I figured out I left them down in the office. Without sounding as if Peterson was a badguy He quite frankly snapped. He was pissed. I remember that his face got as red as can be. He told me to go and do stairs. That’s when you run up the stairs and then back down the stairs and repeat. Now under normal circumstances I hate doing stairs. But he was so mad that I obliged him no problem. In fact after he had cooled down and explained what had happened he told me to stop doing the stairs. I clearly remember telling him “That’s ok Coach I’ll just keep doing stairs.”

You see his uncle or aunt had passed away and he took it pretty hard. But when Peterson told you to do something you did it. There was no smart mouthing or any of that shit. I think (and I’m not a coaching expert) that those ten years ago when my class was in school still, discipline was something we believed in. And I admit that I didn’t really care to much about discipline in the classroom. But for sports I really believe it means something. I don’t claim to know what the football coach for South Beloit is like now but I do know that their record is 0-2. We had a winning record back in the day. My last to years in school is what I’m talking about. And I think it had a lot to do with the coaches we had. You figure out who coached at that time.

Ok Really quick. Now I had Jami jump me because she was told I had made a few dumb blondes remarks on this page. I scanned down the page and there is no reference to anything like that recently. I would go through the whole goddamned site, but I have the Employee Picnic to go to. And I am late for it.

I admit that I do sometimes bash new people in general on this site. But, you have to understand that I’ve been at the hotel for over six years on this tour of duty. So I have seen desk employees come and go. And believe it or not I have seen a few dumb blondes in my time.

One thing I can tell any of you is that I won’t deny anything you see here. And I won’t delete anything just to save my ass. If I said it you will find in this mass of pages that my website has become.

And finally I want to apologies to Jami for anything I may or may not have said. Because to be honest if I don’t say it on this site sometimes I say it in anger at the hotel.

Yesterday the Frontdesk and Bellmen employees got fitted for new uniforms. Now I’m admittedly not a fashion critic and really don’t have any fashion sense. But I of course have a complaint. Because lets face if I didn’t have a complaint it would be amazing. Over all I don’t mind the selections. My first complaint would be that the Bellmen are going to wear the same as the Frontdesk staff. Now a shirt and tie is ok for us at the desk. But the poor Bellmen have to do a little bit more than us. They have to go out and do the great sign and carry room services and stuff like that. They do enough work that they sweat their asses off, at least some of them do. So I think that it goes to show that the FDM doesn’t know what those Bellman do.

Ok now that’s out of the way, here’s my complaint. The ties that they want guys to wear are ugly. They look like Stan and Laurel Hardy ties. They look like goofy cheap Kathy Lee Gifford slave labor produced items. So I would have to guess that a certain Auditor will accidentally forget to wear his. Oops.

Ok here’s the dirt on the Audit front. Rumor has it that Dawn (my fellow auditor) is getting the old shit-can treatment. Now I don’t want to give away the name of my source but her nickname would be short old crabby lady.

Of course when I asked the front desk manager about the possibility of her being fired he said that no she wasn’t being fired. That he gave her final warning he did confirm. And we kicked around the idea of me training the any new auditor we may hire. Oh yeah. I can hear it now. “From now on your name is Turd.” screams the crew-cut auditor. He kicks the trainee on to the ground “When you pass training you will become Turd First class!!!” He stands over the trainee and glares “give me two-hundred push ups Turd.” Oh yeah I can’t wait.

And they better call Richard to be on the safe side. I say this because I want it clear in the idea I will not be working seven days a week. I am not the Front Desk Manager. That’s not my job and I will not do it.

Here they are again. Ladies and Gentlemen the Thorpe boys:

“And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting, on the pallid bust of Palas just above my chamber door. And his eyes have all the seething of a demons that is dreaming and the lamplight o’er him streaming casts his shadow on the floor. And my soul from out that shadow which lies floating on the floor shall be lifted, NEVERMORE.”
Final stanza of “The Raven”-Edgar Allen Poe

Sorry to have out done you once more, but we assure you, nevermore. From the mind of sick, sick bastards, such as us, we wish to congratulate you on the wonderful emblem of E.A.W. We believe that through the power of our own patriot (Scott Thorpe) and his many, shall we say, “avengers”, the E.A.W. shall relinquish the Cro-Magnon known as Wade. We wonder what a good acronym for its name would be. How about something like “Wishing About Dating Ericka”. It has that harsh ring to it, don’t you think. Keep the website growing and we assure you we shall return. Until then, never underestimate the power of E.A.W.. As the Vulcan’s say “Live long and prosper”. 

I came home today to just write about how nice Sherry is for checking out the site. (And even though she said my bit on Sarah’s injury was tasteful she’s a nice person). But that just wasn’t simple enough for the Thorpe Boys. These crazy sons-a-bitches they had to go and be creative in the GuestBook. you guys can’t be going around and upstaging me like that. These guys are crazy! the funny part is that I was just thinking at work this morning that we need to come up with a kind of liberation front name like The Peoples Hotel Liberation Party Of Fanatic Intelligent Men. So that would be the P.H.L.P.O.F.I.M. It just doesn’t work. Which brings me to my point. Yes I have a point. You hecklers in the peanut gallery can be quiet.

Here is Jarred, Scott’s brother upstaging me:

“Mad!Mad-that’s what they call me. It’s true I am nervous. Very dreadfully nervous. But why do they say I am mad? That fever I had last year-it just sharpened my senses-not destroyed them. Above all, my sense of hearing became the sharpest of all my senses. I heard things in Heaven and on Earth. I even heard many things in Hell. How then, am I mad?”-The Tell-tale Heart–Edgar Allen Poe

Such was the quote I was trying to write when I fucked up by hitting the wrong button. I hate fucking computers. I hear you are quite an educated man. Truly the Holiday Inn is no place for anyone above a simple-minded fool such as Wade. From what I hear, he could use a good ass-kicking and I would be more than happy to oblige. His day will come. The hour draws nigh. And soon, he will feel the wrath which will befall his stupid-ass. Until then, the numbers against him grow. Welcome to the brotherhood of E.A.W.(Employees Against Wade).

And of course not to be out done by his little brother, Scott goes on and also may I say very creatively to upstage me:

The following comes from Webster’s dictionary and is strictly for your viewing pleasure. Wade- 1.to step in or through a medium as water offering more resistance than air. 2.to move or proceed with difficulty or labor. 3. to be an overly dense asshole who still lives at home. Fucking pussy! (Definition #3 is not in Webster’s, but rather the Definitive arrangements of the devious mind of Scott. Your website is awesome. When you get those pictures of Ericka’s 21st you will definitely have to update the site . Even though you don’t like Dickens, I will leave you with this: “It is a finer thing I do now then I have ever done before” A Tale of two cities. Until next time, “Hasta luego amigo!”

Now I’m only going to say this once. You boys really have to put a stop to this shit. I mean it! We can’t have me looking low-brow. Shame on you guys.