Tweets for Today

• 01:07 @Vandaquarius LOL Mom. #
• 14:08 Moving homes by public transportation has to suck. #
• 18:10 Why does the elevator smell like soup? #
• 19:08 @frzamonkey It's humid soup #
• 21:38 Oh dear. We're going to have to do a bat intervention on Amiryfenn #
• 21:42 @rinibean it's saying that you aren't getting my chats #
• 21:47 @amiryfenn the Puddin is bad for you #
• 21:51 @amiryfenn Put down the Puddin #
• 22:00 @amiryfenn You don't know where he's been. He's a clown after all. #
• 22:09 @patchworkboy do you know how nasty circuses and bankvaults are? Eeeewww!! #

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The Universal language of fun:

http://www.maniacworld.com/twin-baby-moose-in-sprinkler.html

Why couldn't I have a brain to be a code monkey?

Tonight is one of those nights that I seriously hate my job. Usually it's been fine to have one person stationed at the hotel, but tonight I needed help. Except there is no help. Even if I called the managers they're far enough away that each crisis would have been over before they got here. So far I have delt with:

3 different Timeshare arrivals without vouchers. I have to explain that they have to pay and be re-embursed. One barely spoke English. All wondered why they didn't have a voucher since they "spoke with the people" today.

5 walkins, some paying cash. Numerous people who walked in but didn't stay, just decided the rate was bad, or the rooms available was wrong.

5 reservations for the Timeshare.

3 reservations for normal guests. Some who wanted different rooms.

Requests for blankets that we are out of.

Requests for pillows that we are out of

4 different people from the above collections of arrivals who got lost on A1A, which is one long road. It's like getting lost on a highway.

2 people who wanted to pay in advance for their bill so they could just leave rather than check out.

A clogged toilet.

A foggy swimming pool.

At least two really snotty from Barbados...and they weren't even together!! Are Barbadans snotty?

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And one saddish drunk young man with a cane who wanted to flirt with me, but I was too busy and really not in the mood, who asked me if I thought his ass was fat. Um...no..?

As an introverted person, just dealing with the public takes a little out of me. Being somewhat trapped with a constant flow of people and needs and demands makes me want to hide and cry, even when the majority of the interactions was nice! I wasn't able to step away from the counter, many times thise events overlapped, people would be stacked up three to a line, and I was having panic attacks. I haven't even eaten. I just want to go home and hide inside my shiny box, and growl at all who want to poke me.