I have not forgotten you. I've been sequestered in my room, because things here have been sort of… dead. I don’t mean we have no guests; hardly. We stay full most of the time. I’m referring to the companionship I formerly enjoyed from those who work here. Some employees have moved on finding better paying jobs elsewhere. Even though Confidante was promoted, his schedule has changed. Gone are the days when we’d alternate beating the socks off each other. I can’t even remember the last time I played pool, let alone beat him... at pool, that is. But alas, I digress.
Now that I think of it, there’s been a lot going on at the hotel lately. Unfortunately, it’s all happening outside, under my window. Construction activity gets started at 6:30-7 a.m. for the remaining retail spaces due to open this spring. The fact that there are actually people
who pay to sleep in a hotel doesn’t appear to be relevant. Tearing up the sidewalk with jack-hammers is a little much at that hour of the morning, if you ask me. Which no one has, but that’s beside the point. I’m sure whoever invented that utterly annoying alarm on trucks that beeps incessantly, had not intended it be used below a hotel early in the morning when there clearly is no one around whose presence might signal the need to use it. The loud clap from lumber being thrown onto the sidewalk from a truck at 6:20 a.m. apparently does not count as beginning work before 7 a.m., either. Are you kidding me? The deal was no work before 8 a.m., and even that was a concession. The hotel asked for work not to begin before 9.
For those of you who don’t already know, I’m getting close to publishing my novel. It’s a mystery/thriller called The Hour to Reap. I’ve been busy starting a publishing company and all the paperwork and legal mumbo jumbo that goes along with that. It’s been frustrating. I am still calm; bald, but calm. I am thankful that one of my friends took pity on me and offered to help with the graphics for the bookcover. Thank God, or I would have been up the creek. I will keep you posted when it hits the shelves; hopefully in the next few weeks.
Thank God I still have the media to provide me with fodder for material. I read an article
stating that pregnancy increased a woman’s risk for heart attack. They didn’t say whether this was before or after they unexpectedly found out they were pregnant. I have refused to follow the GOP’s nomination for a candidate in this year’s election debacle. They have all made such asses of themselves they run the risk of being confused with the democrats’ mascot.
Just when I think I’ve got nothing worthy of my reader’s attention, I am gifted with a truly
interesting weekend at the hotel. I know folks are going to wonder if I got any of the murderous ideas for my book after living in a hotel for two years. (You’ll just have to wait until you read it.) Anyway, we still have the usual loud, one-nighters if you catch my drift, of which I’ve become bored with paying any attention to. But, having someone deliberately flood a room with water sort of tops two years worth of some pretty unbelievable stuff. Magazines were placed in a sink and the water left on. Needless to say, the damage made it down three flights. By an act of grace, my room which was next to its path was spared. This is considered a misdemeanor in case it gives any more morons an idea of their
own. What kind of stupid do you have to be to act this way? Just be thankful I don’t own this hotel.
To round off my weekend, I was once again reminded of the complete lack of responsibility assumed for one’s children that is exhibited by far too many parents who stay here. I tried to save a four year old child from cracking his jaw open by gently removing a cue stick from between his legs which he was riding like a hobby horse through the lobby and up the stairs. His father was occupied at the bar not moving a muscle to discipline or watch his kids, which I might add, continued even after the bartender's multiple requests to remove them froman area where no one under 21 was allowed. I guess some people make up their own rules. Instead of thanking me for my quick intervention, he later cornered me unexpectedly announcing he was waiting for the appropriate time to get me. Literally poking his finger in my face, he told me to never discipline his kid again. Have another drink, asshole.
Now that I think of it, there’s been a lot going on at the hotel lately. Unfortunately, it’s all happening outside, under my window. Construction activity gets started at 6:30-7 a.m. for the remaining retail spaces due to open this spring. The fact that there are actually people
who pay to sleep in a hotel doesn’t appear to be relevant. Tearing up the sidewalk with jack-hammers is a little much at that hour of the morning, if you ask me. Which no one has, but that’s beside the point. I’m sure whoever invented that utterly annoying alarm on trucks that beeps incessantly, had not intended it be used below a hotel early in the morning when there clearly is no one around whose presence might signal the need to use it. The loud clap from lumber being thrown onto the sidewalk from a truck at 6:20 a.m. apparently does not count as beginning work before 7 a.m., either. Are you kidding me? The deal was no work before 8 a.m., and even that was a concession. The hotel asked for work not to begin before 9.
For those of you who don’t already know, I’m getting close to publishing my novel. It’s a mystery/thriller called The Hour to Reap. I’ve been busy starting a publishing company and all the paperwork and legal mumbo jumbo that goes along with that. It’s been frustrating. I am still calm; bald, but calm. I am thankful that one of my friends took pity on me and offered to help with the graphics for the bookcover. Thank God, or I would have been up the creek. I will keep you posted when it hits the shelves; hopefully in the next few weeks.
Thank God I still have the media to provide me with fodder for material. I read an article
stating that pregnancy increased a woman’s risk for heart attack. They didn’t say whether this was before or after they unexpectedly found out they were pregnant. I have refused to follow the GOP’s nomination for a candidate in this year’s election debacle. They have all made such asses of themselves they run the risk of being confused with the democrats’ mascot.
Just when I think I’ve got nothing worthy of my reader’s attention, I am gifted with a truly
interesting weekend at the hotel. I know folks are going to wonder if I got any of the murderous ideas for my book after living in a hotel for two years. (You’ll just have to wait until you read it.) Anyway, we still have the usual loud, one-nighters if you catch my drift, of which I’ve become bored with paying any attention to. But, having someone deliberately flood a room with water sort of tops two years worth of some pretty unbelievable stuff. Magazines were placed in a sink and the water left on. Needless to say, the damage made it down three flights. By an act of grace, my room which was next to its path was spared. This is considered a misdemeanor in case it gives any more morons an idea of their
own. What kind of stupid do you have to be to act this way? Just be thankful I don’t own this hotel.
To round off my weekend, I was once again reminded of the complete lack of responsibility assumed for one’s children that is exhibited by far too many parents who stay here. I tried to save a four year old child from cracking his jaw open by gently removing a cue stick from between his legs which he was riding like a hobby horse through the lobby and up the stairs. His father was occupied at the bar not moving a muscle to discipline or watch his kids, which I might add, continued even after the bartender's multiple requests to remove them froman area where no one under 21 was allowed. I guess some people make up their own rules. Instead of thanking me for my quick intervention, he later cornered me unexpectedly announcing he was waiting for the appropriate time to get me. Literally poking his finger in my face, he told me to never discipline his kid again. Have another drink, asshole.