I'm alive...I think

Been working 3rds all week to cover for the lame ass full time Night Auditor's vacation. I say lame because he spacifically picks Bike Week to go. Bike Week, for those of you who don't know, is when motorcycle drivers and enthusiasts come from all over the US to spend the week in Daytona Beach and get drunk and screw around. So basicly, as a worker in a hotel, I'm left covering the night shift in a hotel full of bikers. Oh joy. I've already been yelled at because the ice machine wasn't working, plus that it cost a quarter. I've been yelled at because we're not supposed to allow trailers this year, but someone got one in. Oh, and I had to call the police on a vagrant who came across as too aggressive. I'm also very much over those bikes with the loud, unmuffled engines. That shit hurts! I really hope wishes come true because several bikes are going to spontaniously combust if they do. My house is going to shit because my muffed up schedule is making it hard to just get in there. Rini and Brian are having to fend for their own food this week. Ah well, the bright spot to all of this is I'm getting a weekend off. I plan to go to Tampa this Fri and Sat, though I'll probably be quite sleep dep on Friday.