The day started off on a high note in spite of the two teenagers who tried to play basketball against the doors on my floor last night. I tolerated it the first two times, when it continued at 11:30 p.m. I told them to take it outside or I’d call security. This morning I found their response hanging on my door. Anyway, I started my morning with another delicious pancake sandwich, which necessitated another blitzkrieg on the elliptical
machine to work it off. This time I think I’m okay. As long as I don’t overdo it, I can probably ellipt my way through the rest of the week.
This weekend we have the pleasure of not one, but two teams gracing us with their appearance. I just wish the people in sales who book these groups had the pleasure of experiencing their behavior on these stays. Does it ever occur to them to explain to managers, parents, and chaperones that they are expected to put chaperoning before drinking at the bar?
I’m glad I had a lot of work to do today. It prevented me from having to listen to the screaming going on in the lobby where too many kids hyped up on sugar from drinks and snacks were all over the pool table and computers. Unfortunately, when I got back tonight, Confidante greeted me with, “Have you seen the pool table?” As in, what happened to it. The gang of boys that were playing on and around it before I left, had saturated the felt by dumping a large drink on it. Of course, they continued playing on the table. By the time I got back, Confidante had confiscated the cue sticks and all the balls. Just wait until Mr.
Pool finds out. There’s gonna be hell to pay.
I had to ask one of the throngs of boys if I could use the computer for a few minutes to gain access to a file I needed to print out for work I was doing for the hotel. Unfortunately, someone had erased all the files. What I did find was someone's homework. I had to reconstruct the file on my own computer before adding the new information. So, who’s gonna pay for my time?
To top it off, I am surrounded on both sides of my room by screaming toddlers tonight. Normally, the front desk tries not to put noisy guests in the problem room. It had to have been one of the new employees, or else the one who just doesn’t give a damn. The loudspeaker wall is doing a fine job of magnifying the crying of the little dear whose parents don’t seem to be bothered by it. I am either going to have to sleep in the garage tonight, or get myself a room in a hotel with better construction. I wish now that I hadn’t watched Vicky, Christina Barcelona last night. Not that I would be able to hear it, if I were
to watch it.
In case you hadn’t noticed, I put a counter on this blog two days ago, so I’m going to know if everyone who says they're reading is telling the truth. Be forewarned, big brother is watching.
machine to work it off. This time I think I’m okay. As long as I don’t overdo it, I can probably ellipt my way through the rest of the week.
This weekend we have the pleasure of not one, but two teams gracing us with their appearance. I just wish the people in sales who book these groups had the pleasure of experiencing their behavior on these stays. Does it ever occur to them to explain to managers, parents, and chaperones that they are expected to put chaperoning before drinking at the bar?
I’m glad I had a lot of work to do today. It prevented me from having to listen to the screaming going on in the lobby where too many kids hyped up on sugar from drinks and snacks were all over the pool table and computers. Unfortunately, when I got back tonight, Confidante greeted me with, “Have you seen the pool table?” As in, what happened to it. The gang of boys that were playing on and around it before I left, had saturated the felt by dumping a large drink on it. Of course, they continued playing on the table. By the time I got back, Confidante had confiscated the cue sticks and all the balls. Just wait until Mr.
Pool finds out. There’s gonna be hell to pay.
I had to ask one of the throngs of boys if I could use the computer for a few minutes to gain access to a file I needed to print out for work I was doing for the hotel. Unfortunately, someone had erased all the files. What I did find was someone's homework. I had to reconstruct the file on my own computer before adding the new information. So, who’s gonna pay for my time?
To top it off, I am surrounded on both sides of my room by screaming toddlers tonight. Normally, the front desk tries not to put noisy guests in the problem room. It had to have been one of the new employees, or else the one who just doesn’t give a damn. The loudspeaker wall is doing a fine job of magnifying the crying of the little dear whose parents don’t seem to be bothered by it. I am either going to have to sleep in the garage tonight, or get myself a room in a hotel with better construction. I wish now that I hadn’t watched Vicky, Christina Barcelona last night. Not that I would be able to hear it, if I were
to watch it.
In case you hadn’t noticed, I put a counter on this blog two days ago, so I’m going to know if everyone who says they're reading is telling the truth. Be forewarned, big brother is watching.