I knew I shouldn't have napped until 8, I knew I shouldn't have been up until 2 playing Super Mario, I knew I shouldn't have had pizza so late at night, but I did it anyway. Fuck me sideways.
This morning was rough but tolerable. I wish I could say the same about the afternoon.
My resident crackie (the lady who called me thick) came in this morning and said "I appreciate your thickness." It was actually really fucking funny and it put me in a good mood. But a few hours later, she overdosed on the crazy and threatened to call the cops because I wouldn't comp her a night. She asked me to give her my name and personal phone number; I wrote my name down on a business card instead. She was about to call the cops, but she gave up when she realized that she had no idea how to pronounce my name and I certainly was in no mood to help her. Crazy bitch.
So far, we have had 3 check-ins, and not a single room was clean. Next person who walks into this lobby is going to get yelled at, I have zero patience for people who can't respect the fact that 1. We were sold out last night, 2. We have a fuckton of rooms to clean, 3. There are 40 rooms and only 2 housekeepers, 4. I'm really fucking tired, and 5. Check-in isn't until 2pm anyhow so they should just know to fuck off.
Boss promised to buy lunch, it's 1:30 and I'm still waiting. Ass.
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