Not Busy Enough

So my life has finally slowed down enough for me to be able to blog. Maybe I will even stick with this one, unlike the past few that I have abandoned. There was that one on LiveJournal that I decided I would make and it would be a secret personal blog, but I only wrote one entry. Then there was that time i created a Tumblr account because I wanted to be cool like Drew, but then I realized I have no desire to be Tumblred, or whatever.

Now I am going to talk about work.
Today is my coworker and friend Florence's last day. I bought her a slice of cheesecake (I'm not going to tell her that I looked up the calories...870 in one slice!) because I know how much she loves her cheesecake. I have had many friends come and go in this job, and unfortunately it's always the ones that I like the most that end up leaving. At least this means that I will finally get enough hours to hold on to my health insurance. A blessing in disguise? But lucky Florence got a job working as HR for NASA or something super crazy awesome like that.

Now I am going to talk about Phish.
Phish-heads are the worst-heads. They are all horrible people, I am now officially convinced. They have been playing at Merriweather all weekend, and I'm sure the only place that had a worst time than us last night was probably the hospital (I don't even want to imagine what kinds of crazy people my mother encountered there).

Excerpts from the all mighty LOG-BOOK:
(these are all seperate entries that I will now comment on)

-"Room 135 was brought here by Security Guards from Merriweather and paid off a portion of his room - Mr. Scott and his mother were at concert w/4 small children & left the children to fend for themselves - while they partied - Security wanted to make sure kids were safe."

Ok so let me make this very clear... These kids...the youngest one was UNDER A YEAR OLD. A little freakin baby! And the oldest one wasn't more than SEVEN! And these ridiculous horrible people, the father and grandmother of the children, brought them to a Phish concert, proceeded to get as wasted as humanly possible, and abandon them. Thank GOD the security at Merriweather found those children, reunited them with their family, drove them to a hotel 6 miles away, and even paid for part of the room rate...These security guards must be freakin SAINTS. Anything could have happened to those kids. This literally makes me sick. And I don't even like kids.

-"Needless to say when concert was over & Phish people came back - we recieved noise complaints & had to do some 'babysitting'. Rm 414 was passed out in hallway - lady in 244 was found laying in hallway - People wandering about all night even @ 5AM!"

No matter how bad I ever was in my party days, I refuse to beleive that I was ever this rude and disrespectful. Now that I am done with those days, I can't imagine how someone could be so self involved as to not even realize what trouble they are causing for everyone else around them. Like their "fun" is so important that they would sacrifice the fun of everyone else around them just to have it.

-"Pot smell coming from a lot of rms - !"

I'm sorry but smoking in a non-smoking room is one of the most irritating things you can do at a hotel. Smoking pot is illegal and everyone in the hotel does not want to smell your nasty pot-smoke and hear you running down the hallways all night. This hotel is like my home and it angers me greatly when people disrespect it. I hope we charge each and every one of those rooms the $250 cleaninig fee for smoking in a non-smoking room, and I hope those people get arrested and also I hope that they die. As a sober American, it is my right to feel this way.

-"Parking lot a mess"

My poor and amazing Assistant General Manager, who had arrived at work at about 3PM, was forced to stay until about 5:30AM managing these assholes. They were all partying in the parking lot and would not go to sleep (I assume they were probably tripping balls). They left trash everywhere, made a huge mess which she had to clean up, tried to break into the pool after-hours, etc.

I just wish Phish had stayed broken up. Their followers are nothing but trouble. I swear. I'm ok with that one song about bouncing around the room, but other than that the world would be a better place without them.

It's so strange being me today as opposed to being me a few years ago. I feel like such a cranky no-fun grown up. "You whippersnappers and your rock and roll music! If I were yer Mammy I'd put you over my knee and give you a good whut-fer!"