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Guests had an exhilarating morning today as we awoke to no hot water. It seems both boilers had different, but simultaneous excuses as to why they couldn’t function, and decided to quit at their leisure. My take on the whole situation is the team of gerbils just got too hot and tired of running on the belt that ran the motor. Of course the only person who could fix the boilers had to come from New Zealand and wouldn’t arrive ‘til late afternoon.
Viacom and Direct TV’s little spat over fees has put a dent in what limited programming choices we have at the hotel. Why don’t they cut costs by eliminating all but one of the nine sports channels, not showing reality shows that reflect the TV programmer’s lives, cutting out any show that encourages eating otherwise indigestible foods generally not created for human consumption, and finally, get rid of all politically motivated programming.
And, while we’re on the subject of money, the best solution to the global financial crisis is not to forgo the Euro or further tighten austerity measures, nor is it a good idea for more stimulus packages. Why don’t they just recognize the problem for what it is: unbridled greed? All they have to do is roll back the prices on everything to what they were fifty years ago. After that everyone forgives each other’s debts both globally and nationally. Isn’t that what the Lord’s Prayer says to do? You don’t have to be Christian for that to make sense.
Today is the 43rd anniversary of the Apollo 11 launch. To mark that historic occasion, my large pet water turtle, named Hannigan, was allowed to watch it on TV while I held him up to see it. He seemed at a loss for words-- kept spellbound during the entire lift-off. Although I’m sure he was the only turtle in the world observing the event, he never made it into the Guinness Book of Records. He died heartbroken.
Speaking of heartbroken, no one was when Confidante (who you will remember was promoted to Director of Housekeeping) decided to get rid of the ugly beige prison garb worn by the housekeeping staff at the hotel. No one will own up to why the original butt ugly uniforms were chosen. They have now been replaced by attractive black polo shirts with the hotel’s emblem on them, and everyone looks like a respectable human being.
Guests had an exhilarating morning today as we awoke to no hot water. It seems both boilers had different, but simultaneous excuses as to why they couldn’t function, and decided to quit at their leisure. My take on the whole situation is the team of gerbils just got too hot and tired of running on the belt that ran the motor. Of course the only person who could fix the boilers had to come from New Zealand and wouldn’t arrive ‘til late afternoon.
Viacom and Direct TV’s little spat over fees has put a dent in what limited programming choices we have at the hotel. Why don’t they cut costs by eliminating all but one of the nine sports channels, not showing reality shows that reflect the TV programmer’s lives, cutting out any show that encourages eating otherwise indigestible foods generally not created for human consumption, and finally, get rid of all politically motivated programming.
And, while we’re on the subject of money, the best solution to the global financial crisis is not to forgo the Euro or further tighten austerity measures, nor is it a good idea for more stimulus packages. Why don’t they just recognize the problem for what it is: unbridled greed? All they have to do is roll back the prices on everything to what they were fifty years ago. After that everyone forgives each other’s debts both globally and nationally. Isn’t that what the Lord’s Prayer says to do? You don’t have to be Christian for that to make sense.
Today is the 43rd anniversary of the Apollo 11 launch. To mark that historic occasion, my large pet water turtle, named Hannigan, was allowed to watch it on TV while I held him up to see it. He seemed at a loss for words-- kept spellbound during the entire lift-off. Although I’m sure he was the only turtle in the world observing the event, he never made it into the Guinness Book of Records. He died heartbroken.
Speaking of heartbroken, no one was when Confidante (who you will remember was promoted to Director of Housekeeping) decided to get rid of the ugly beige prison garb worn by the housekeeping staff at the hotel. No one will own up to why the original butt ugly uniforms were chosen. They have now been replaced by attractive black polo shirts with the hotel’s emblem on them, and everyone looks like a respectable human being.