No I’m not dead. Neither have I been beat up. I do have a sore neck from all of the wasted back watching I’ve done. Numerous individuals wondered about my demise. And I say fuck you to you pricks. Those of you not wanting me to get the shit kicked out of my I offer my thanks.

Gawain googled my dads phone number. I don’t think that speaks enough of his character. He joked about road tripping up here to see what was up. I like to imagine that he would do that for his friends. I think he would. I would do the same for my friends.

My brother has offered more than a few times to beat the shit of this little fuck who called me up on the phone last week. I often wonder how me and my brother will end up. If we will be like my dad and his brother (totally alienated) or if we can manage to stay close as time passes. It’s little things like this that makes me think me and my brother will do ok. The sad thing is the my brother was/is dead serious about kicking the shit out of this guy. It’s also the thing that makes me smile.

The hotel is unchanged after a weeks time gone by. Idiots still work there. Bills are still not payed. Credit Card authorization/processing is still down. This is the best time to stay at the shithole. Go stay. Pay (hah) with a canceled card. Guess what no one will tell you the card is bad. Charge everything you can to the room and smile fucking wide as you pay with your credit card. It will be a long time before the hotel would figure out what happened.

My boss is a pussy. Rather Mybossisapussy.com is still out there. Anyone buy a shirt yet? Me either. I’m waiting on payday. Shirts (the I Work With Idiots shirt is coming) are now on sale! At cost. Go Go Go! Honestly I don’t care if no one buys any. Mybossisapussy.com!

I think I just got my first death threat. Some asshole just called the hotel and left me with a warning to watch my back. I can’t exactly remember the whole thing because I was so intimidated by his weasel like sounding voice. I do remember the last bit though. The part that was the threat. The “you better watch your back” part.

You are a very dumb fucker you realize that? You call a place of business that happens to record the phone conversations and you threaten one of it’s employees? You realize that that (unlike you) I can use a process of elimination to figure out who it was that called. I’m sure that some random fucking hillbilly sounding yokel will find out the hotel I work at and call to threaten me for shits and giggles. I’m going to even guess that you happen to be related to one of the idiots.

So with that being said I’ll take my chances with you. You know where I work asshole come on down. But you know your really beneath me. What are you prepared to do? You prepared to kill me or just kick the shit out of me? Be a man. Fact of the matter is I’ve already called the cops and talked to them. I’m prepared to fight for my beliefs, are you?

You know it’s getting to the point that I wish I could just tell all of you that I make all of this nonsenses up regarding the hotel. I really wish I could. And I often think to myself that the place can’t get any worse. Only to find that even before the thought can clear my mind that it has indeed gotten worse.

Today for example. Pay periods at the shithole end on every 15th and last day of the month. So on those days whomever is working the audit has to pull the timecards and replace the old ones with new. Pretty simple right? Timecards are left out at the desk for the auditors. Once the last person punches out (other than the auditor) you pull all the time cards and put them in the back for the “accounting” people. Then of course you put the new timecards out. Very simple process.

So what happens when you don’t have new timecards? Well in the past it was a simple mistake and there have been these spares that you use to show new people how to punch in. Well there are no spare and there are no new ones. I’ve looked all over this goddamn shithole of a hotel for these timecards and I can’t find them. Thank the gods I can still use my old one to punch out with. It makes you wonder why exactly there are no new timecards for me to put out?

Let me tell you a story. There once was a nice lady who worked in back and she made sure that things in the back office ran the way they should. She was responsible for payroll (because the hotels accounting department is staffed with idiots) and getting me the new timecards. She quit is the happy ending to this story. She was able to find a place that wanted to give her raises. A place that treats good employees the way they should be treated. With respect.

So all the place has in the back office is the sheriff of operations. Oh jesus we are all fucked! No one is getting payed ever again! Our lives are in the hands of someone who can not even run the front desk the way it should be ran. Run for the fucking hills people! About the only good this sheriff has done (as I see it) is be the inspiration for MyBossIsAPussy.com (shameless plug) and thats not saying much is it?

I’m going to enjoy this morning as I try to explain to the employees of this hotel why they can’t punch in. Well I’m not really going to explain a goddamn thing to anyone. Everyone is on their own. This place keeps getting worse. I know that every time I say “it can’t get worse” that it does. I shudder to think what tomorrow brings.

My site is eight years old today. For the first time since eight years ago I am launching a new website. A sister site to this one in a sense. One that is a blatant attempt to cash in. Dreams of hearing the cha-ching of virtual cash registers. But more on that later. I often wonder what good having this site has done me. I often wonder why I continue to go on.

The only answers I come up with is that this website (blog jesus I give up) is a direct result of my muse the hotel. No hotel, no website. And the hotel makes it so easy to do whatever it is I do here. I only wish that my tales of idiot’s and sheriff’s were made up. Unfortunately for the shithole it is all 100% truth. At least as I see it.

As I have hinted at the last few posts I have started up a secondary website. The purpose of this site is the blatant goal of making money. MyBossIsAPussy.com should be live by the time you read this. It will the business front of this movement of mine to stick it to the bosses of just about any business that their lowly employees who happen to purchase a shirt or two. Very soon we hopefully will have some actual products for people to buy. So in the meantime it’s just another blog (god I hate that word) for people to visit. Stop by there and leave a comment about what you think of this crazy venture of mine.

I’m hearing some things and I of course wanted to touch on them here. The idiot numero uno is still constantly late. Late as defined by me being not getting your lazy ass into work at the time scheduled. If it say 7 am well get your dumb ass in so that when you punch in it is on or before 7 am. I understand being late a few times. I’m late now and then. So I guess I’m idiot number 3? Well not just yet.

Today the idiot displayed a behavior I’ve heard about before. At 3 the idiot expects to go home. Yeah that means you better not be late for the second shift. Because that there would be wrong. Today I hear that the idiot was not going to balance their shift. The simple process of a few key presses in the computer. How is it this continues? How is it this idiot can expect to leave work at the correct time? Yet it’s to much to ask to arrive at the correct time? Questions that needed to be answered by the sheriff.

Not directly related to the sheriff you may notice the new poll over on the sidebar. It asks the simple question “Is Your Boss a Pussy?” It’s a yes or no choice.

Is Your Boss a Pussy?

• Yes
• No

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It of course does relate to the coming of the website Mybossisapussy.com, which will be coming soon. We plan on offering a few fine products. Top being the My Boss Is A Pussy t-shirt. And maybe if the creative juices flow correctly we can have a I Work With Idiots t-shirt as well. Pricing will be fair. Transactions and shirts will be handled by the fine folks at CafePress.

It has been foretold:

[13:42] Turk: www.mybossisapussy.com I think that is open hahahaha!!
[13:42] Gawain: oh jesus
[13:42] Turk: I’m going to make it my alt url
[13:42] Turk: heh
[13:43] Gawain: I dunno. what if your boss gets fired or quits? then you’re stuck with a site that doesn’t apply anymore. its too specific.
[13:43] Turk: a line of tshirts
[13:43] Turk: fame and fortune!
[13:43] Turk: theres are ip
[13:44] Turk: domain is open
[13:44] Turk: we sell shirt with whatsitcalled at first
[13:45] Turk: and if it hits we look into a cheaper means with more profit
[13:45] Turk: what guy/girl who works for some schmuck not want a shirt like that?
[13:45] Gawain: I think you lose your job if you do that.
[13:46] Turk: well
[13:46] Gawain: though I admire your ability to be an asshole. : )
[13:46] Turk: me?
[13:46] Turk: come on it’s a cash cow
[13:46] Gawain: I will design shirts if you get the domain.
[13:46] Turk: it gets picked up by a big site and the orders come in
[13:46] Turk: ok
[13:55] Turk: fuck it I’m doing it
[13:56] Gawain: lol
[13:56] Gawain: goddamn dude, you really hate that guy
[13:57] Turk: I hate all bosses
[13:57] Turk: yours, mine, everyone
[13:57] Turk: anyway
[13:57] Turk: I don’t hate him
[13:57] Turk: thats another shirt all together
[13:57] Turk: my boss is a pussy
[13:57] Turk: simple as that
[13:57] Turk: holy crap I’m insane
[13:58] Gawain: its true.

Insane? Yes I am. But I’m just following the gods wishes.

Yesterday morning was a little different. Same general structure of course. I want to leave on time and the idiot is of course late. The curve ball comes once the idiot gets to the hotel. I was baffled for a minute. Mind you that it’s at least 5 after 7 and I usually peel out of here once I see the idiot walk towards the front doors of the hotel.

The odd thing that happened was that after the idiot punched in (I checked) they left the front desk area. I was of course very baffled. Even confused. There was a guest walking to the desk around the time this happened. Now I waited about 20 seconds before I punched out and left. As I walked outside to my car I was told hello by a guest I had checked in the night before. I watched as the poor bastard went in to the lobby and stood behind the guest already waiting.

Now there are a fews things I could have done. As it is I got in my car and left. Last raise was how long ago? I don’t fucking care about the place once I’m off the clock. Shit I don’t give a fuck about the place when I’m on the clock for that matter. Give me a raise every year (I hear that happens at other local hotels) and I would wait for the idiot. I would help the guests. But as it stands everyone has to fend for themselves. Me, the idiot, and the guest. The guest really have it the worst. At least I’m payed to be at the hotel. I feel sorry for these poor bastards that have to pay the hotel to be there.