Why do I get all the shitty shifts at this god awful hole I work at? Why is it that I am the one that gets told I am running a shitty hotel? I know it is shitty, if I could change things, I would, but I am just another lowly peon - I can do nothing about all the dog hair from one assholes own dog that housekeeping couldn't get out when makeing his room up.

I am being bitched at, yet again. There is no hot water. I have called my head of maintenance - he is on his way. He fixes said hot water problem. Hooray. She calls yet again - there is no toilet paper in her room, there is no toilet paper rack in which to put the toilet paper she has recieved in her room. Once more she calls - her TV is not working.

Why hasn't the housekeeper for that floor told anyone about this? This is not a slight oversight. It is the job of the housekeeper to check the toilet paper - they couldn't come and tell the desk that there was no toilet paper rack??? What makes it worse is that these people are coming in from Ohio - that is a long way away, a really long way away, and they had to pick our hotel - countless other rooms have been perfect, and the travelers have had a horrible time.

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On the positive side, hot bartender called me sweetheart. Butterflies and hummingbirds.

Please check out the other bidders:

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• Haunted House Dressing
• Pile of Dog Bones

Personally, I think the worst job imaginable are the actors in the Valtrex commercial.

With the recent desire to have a commercial with a bit of reality by both the pharmiceutical companies and the watcher we can only assume that whether or not these people really have Herpes, they are a threat. After all, that is the trend. Having real spokesmodels for your medication. People who really take it and people who are really helped by it.

These people will never get laid. That is so so sad.

Can I put it into words? Probably not, and not just because I cant remember most of it.

OK, I think I am going to be very boring for a little while. What? Me? Very boring? You mean I get more boring than not posting an entry for a few weeks? Ha ha, yeah. I'm exhausted. I certainly have enough to talk about, but god damn it all if I can find the energy to talk.

Since I didn't get to it, here is a list of people who I want to have a very happy New Year:

Tini - May you get that man you've been waiting for.
Rachel - May you get lots of sleep.
Sass - May you reclaim your home.
Johnny - May you get lots of ass.
Joe - May you get a license.
Jamie - May you get lots of ass, preferably mine.
Miles - May you get lots of money.
Jen - May you get lots of Miles's ass.
Bill - May you get you know who.
Amanda - May you get a decent car.
Heidi - May you get more hours.
Rob - May you get a raise.
Jim - May you get a week free of "the boss".
Jeff - May you get a week without awful drunks.
Kim - May you get a week without incorrect time sheets.
Robin - May you get a week, period.