Some days I love my job, some days I hate my job. But the bills aren't going to pay themselves, so I write to cope with the complete absurdity I am so (un)fortunate to witness.
Stories from behind the front desk at a small independent hotel.
Thursday, May 19, 2011
OH FOR FUCK'S SAKE!
In my last ten minutes of this already horrible day at work, I came back to the lobby after spending a few minutes downstairs to find a bloody fucking mess.
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