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[January 03, 2009 @ 9:38pm] |
Glee.
The internet has returned to me.
Technopathy is totally fucking useless when the power is out, btw. Which really, really sucks.
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[December 15, 2008 @ 6:45pm] |
At least you didn't hurt it. Which doesn't make either of you any less of an asshat.
( Private to T.E.A.M. )
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| .015 -- Fucking hell. |
[December 12, 2008 @ 5:16pm] |
I hate this time of year. For one...people are way too happy. Then there's the overly peppy music, the ugly sweaters, and the shitty ass weather.
What makes it worse is the fact that my manager is, apparently, a Christmas minion dragged out of my own personal hell. We have this obnoxiously happy phone greeting that we have to use, and the entire hotel reeks of gingerbread.
And then there is the singing, dancing Santa Claus that she WILL NOT LET US TURN OFF.
That's all I hear, all GD NIGHT. 'Rockin' Around the FUCKING Christmas Tree'. Over and over and over again.
I'm going to snap and kill everyone.
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| .014 |
[December 02, 2008 @ 6:34am] |
Most of the time I have no problem with my job. There is, however, one task that I perform on every shift that may possibly be the bane of my existance.
Breakfast.
For one...people suck. I only have to work the breakfast bar for, like, an hour. So that's when EVERYBODY comes down, trying to make my life harder. What's worse is they bitch when the food isn't delicious. Of course it's not delicious. IT'S FREE. The eggs look like silly putty, and I totally guess when it comes to making the gravy. SO SHUT THE FUCK UP AND EAT YOUR SHITTY FREE BREAKFAST. Or shut the fuck up and don't eat at all. Really, I like the second option better. Means I have to cook less.
And yes, if you were wondering, it is currently 5:30 in the morning. I'm standing in the kitchen at the hotel, roasting my ass off and waiting for the oven to preheat. Which sucks. A lot.
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[November 28, 2008 @ 1:23am] |
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For the record, I am not a doucheschnoozle.
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| .013 -- Thanksgiving. |
[November 23, 2008 @ 4:01pm] |
My brother called today. He's flying down to Florida to be with our folks for Thanksgiving. I could hear him pouting on the other end of the line when I refused to tag along. For one...I can't afford to go to Florida. There is also not a force on this planet that would make me willingly sit through three days of my mother's scruitney. I'll give her a call, and set the phone down when she starts droning on about how dreadfully skinny I am, or about my crappy job, or how, when she was my age, she was already the happy mother of two children. Sigh.
The good news is there will be more edible food at Eddie's, but I swear that if I end up underwater this year, no one will ever see my brocolli, rice, & cheese casserole EVER again. That includes you, Alena. I know whose fault it was last year.
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| .012 -- Craptastic. |
[November 14, 2008 @ 10:20pm] |
Does anybody else remember being sixteen and thinking that life could never, ever get any worse? How it was so unfair and hard and couldn't possibly improve?
Got that mental picture? Okay, now:
Don't you wish you could go back punch your sixteen-year-old self in the teeth? Or at least give them a good smack upside the head?
Cause I kinda do. Give a reality check to that punky little stoner. Or at least tell her 'In a decade, your life is going to suck exactly this much more. Except you'll have much better taste in men. Bye now.'
This is what stress does to me. God, I need to get stoned.
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| OOC -- plotty goodness. |
[November 12, 2008 @ 4:36pm] |
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( STORYLINES! )
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| .011 -- Yeeeep. |
[November 05, 2008 @ 6:40pm] |
So, the hotel wants me to switch over to days so that the manager's son can have the night shift. Fuck that. Do they seriously want me dealing with people all day? My customer service skills are less than awesome. That's why I started working the graveyard in the first place.
Idiots.
That boney little airhead can have the evening shift. I'm sure his mommy will make it all sorts of fun for him.
( Private to Sam )
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| .009 -- F%#@!!!! |
[November 01, 2008 @ 5:31pm] |
I never noticed how quiet the hotel is at night. Then again, I've never been in fear for my life before, either. Even with the TV on, it's freaking creepy. Nobody is moving around at one in the morning.
Only six hours to go. Fuck.
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[October 28, 2008 @ 5:10pm] |
You know what's fucking awesome!?!
Cheating at HALO. That's what's fucking awesome. HAH.
FTW.
Shit, I need sleep.
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[October 25, 2008 @ 11:06pm] |
Yup. I went there.
Things are crazy. I needed the humor.
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