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Nov. 24th, 2009 @ 12:01 am AARRGGHHHHH!!!!
Current Location: Work
How I feel: drained
What's on: McD's drive through
What is it they say? it never rains but it pours? First, Mom and Dad bought into a company with some family that is still in the process of going belly up but in the meantime they didn't get paid for July, August, and September's work. So they muddle through and Dad gets a new job working for another company, just driving so there's not a lot of paperwork involved in it, and...

He gets T-boned by someone on his way back to work today.


Talk about pouring. He's okay, they recommend he go in and get checked out tomorrow but he's okay. The truck on the other hand... The fuel tank was ruptured, the running board on one side is toast, fender panel, fridge cabinet, probably the fridge, plus whatever they find out when they start working on it. But, to the amazement (or so I've heard) of everyone who came to the scene he managed to keep the truck upright and on its wheels.

If you know highway 37 at all that makes it even more impressive. That highway spends a lot of time being basically a track cut in a very steep hill. Especially where he was hit. Not far from Devil's Lake. The woman who hit him came over a hill too fast, hit black ice on the way down to the corner, and ran the stop sign before hitting him. Dad went through the ditch and ended up in some farmer's field.

Dad is very impressed with her car, not necessarily her driving, but with her car. she was driving a Toyota Camry, it must be a couple years old it has 300,000 km on it, but the windshield didn't even break. It's probably a maze of glass, but it was intact.

Gibsons, that's who he's working for right now, says they might have a truck he can drive while his is in the shop, and they do have work interruption insurance, but that pays a maximum of like eight grand a month and that has to wait until our insurance company gets the money from her insurance company. And in the meantime he's out of work again.

Probably the stupidest part of the whole thing is his truck was just in for his annual safety check on Friday. And now it's back in the shop for repairs.

Oh, well, at least he's okay.



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Rose Red
Sep. 24th, 2009 @ 01:45 am wedding dresses and engagement parties
Current Location: breakfast room
What's on: HGTV
   I don't know about my kid sometimes, she's picked her wedding dress out.  And all things considered she's not being completely unreasonable about it.  It's only a thousand dollars.

  Did I manage to say that with a straight face?  She's a full time student and her boyfriend/fiance's income is needed to pay for their rent, groceries, ect.  I love my daughter but I am not paying for her wedding dress,

  things are good at work, mostly anyway.  We have one new employee that simply refuses to do some of the most basic things she's supposed to, like getting the addresses of the guests when they're checking in.  She's also potentially screwed up a few big things but we caught most of them.  She could be in such trouble.

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Rose Red
Jul. 17th, 2009 @ 11:40 pm Engaged
Current Location: Work
How I feel: chipper
What's on: Tombstone
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No, not me. The girl child and her boyfriend have decided to get married. She called and talked to Mom earlier today, apparently the little e-card announcement didn't show what she sent. They're thinking about next August, they were thinking about the weekend after the long weekend but since we're having a huge family reunion on the long weekend it makes more sense for them to get married that weekend.  It'll make more sense going both ways.  More of the immediate family are likely to show up if she's getting married than just for the family reunion.  Or maybe they'll show up for the reunion and come to the wedding.

  Other than that my life hasn't changed much over the past couple months.  I'm still working in the Super 8 in Whitecourt, I'm still writing mostly Buffy fanfic but I am writing other things, and I still haven't heard from the boychild in more than two years - other than a couple IMs that I can't even prove were him.
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Rose Red
Oct. 23rd, 2008 @ 11:09 pm I am alive
Current Location: Work
How I feel: pensive
What's on: eight computer fans
I am alive, although I haven't posted anything in nearly a year.  And I don't really have much news for the year.

The girl child is back, is 17, and is living with her boyfriend in Edmonton.  A boyfriend who she has introduced to not only me but her grandma and grandpa.

Apparantly the Failed Bard is alive too, although no one in the family has actually talked to him in more than a year.  We're still speculating at home on the reasons for that.  Mom thinks he has a new girlfriend he just doesn't want to introduce to the craziness that is our family.

My sister Wendy finally got full and permanent custody of her grandchildren and the "Biologicals" have no rights to even visit with them if she wants to cut them off.  The kids have settled down nicely now that they aren't seeing their parents as often and they know they aren't ever going to live with them again.  The younger one is in grade one this year so it only too almost three years for her to get permanent custody.  "Biologicals" is what the judge called their parents when he took away all their rights.

And other than that, I'm still working at the Super 8 in Whitecourt as the full time night auditor and all is well in my life.
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Rose Red
Dec. 15th, 2007 @ 07:52 am The Girl Child
Current Location: At my new desk
How I feel: tired
What's on: Queen of the Silver Dollar
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  The girl child has been found.  Well, she was found a couple weeks ago but apparently the post I did that said that already didn't actually get posted.  It's been that kind of month.

  She actually turned up in the usual way for her.  Mom got a call that said... She's been arrested, is refusing to contact you, and is at YES.  That's the Youth Emergency Shelter for those of you who didn't grow up in Edmonton.  Social services is keeping her, she's safe, and she has called Mom collect since her arrest.

  My darling daughter has been living with a guy in Calgary who was under the impression her name was Crystal McKay and she was 25.  24 when they moved in together.  Which was right after she left here.  They met on Lavalife.  I knew I didn't like on-line dating services for a reason.

  Anyway, she is alive, and well, and safe somewhere in Edmonton.  Working or not.  Still using the name Crystal McKay.  She hates me and everyone else except Mom apparently but especially me.  But that's normal too.  She's also accusing Failed Bard of damaging her shoulder to the point she needs a replacement.  But, I don't think anyone believes that, except possibly her.  Of course, with her problems who knows what she knows.

  If I actually talk to her I'll find out.

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Rose Red
Nov. 10th, 2007 @ 04:41 am I'm still alive. I think
Current Location: At my new desk
How I feel: anxious
What's on: Sam Hill
So,  I am alive.  I am fairly well.  I am still writing, but only paper and pen.

I will also be trying to get back on more often than once every six months.

But, the real reason for this post is...  Has anyone heard from Failed Bard in the past month?  We've been trying to get in touch with him but he hasn't been responding.  Last we heard from Sam he hadn't heard from him lately either so it's not just family he's avoiding.  Although Sam said he thinks FB might have rediscovered the joys of money.

If you've heard from him, gotten a comment from him, whatever, lately let me know.

And if you're reading this, call your mother!  She's worried about you.  Like having kids disappear and not return phone calls is fun.  You don't even have voice mail so she can check and see if you're still removing the messages.
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Rose Red
Jun. 19th, 2007 @ 08:01 am Missy
Current Location: the red room
How I feel: relaxed
What's on: Who can it be now
Tags: ,
How's this?  Not something new, but something new to you here.  You might recognize a few names, like most of them, this is what happens to Sus' daughter several years down the road of war.

Missy Part One )
Please read and enjoy.  Questions and comments are always appreciated
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dagger
Jun. 19th, 2007 @ 03:27 am Hmm
Current Location: the red room
How I feel: freaked
What's on: stuff
Let's see, my last post was in February.  God, that's worse than my brother's normal posting times.

Anyway.  I am alive and well, working fairly happy at my new job.  I'm the night auditor at the Super 8 in Whitecourt.  My only problem with the job is I have to stand most of my shift and I can't sit and play on the computer all night because I can't sit.  And we don't really have internet access at the desk.

But I am alive and doing okay.  We still haven't heard from the girl child but there's nothing we can do about that.  I'm still writing, and yes, I did mean to post something but the day I was planning to I had to work the whole weekend because the girl relieving me quit with like no notice and I ended up working straight through the other one's holidays which was 11 straight days.

About the most newsworthy thing that's happened lately is I hit a deer Saturday night on the way to work.  I got the estimate today on repairs and it's only going to be about $4000.  That all the gods that insurance will cover it.  It's all the deer's fault, if it hadn't decided to turn around and go back the way it had just come from I would have missed it completely.  Stupid mind changing deer.

Anyway, I'll try to update more often, but I'm making no promises.
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Rose Red
Feb. 19th, 2007 @ 02:56 pm Writing
Current Location: In the red room
How I feel: elated
What's on: something
If I could figure out how to get this to scroll I probably would.

I'M WRITING!!!!  I'm writing!  I'm writing!  I'm writing.  *hops up and down and claps hands madly*

I didn't realize that my stupid job was taking so much out of me, wearing me down so much, until I had a week without it.  I'm not even trying to find a job yet.  But a couple days ago, after I got back from Edmonton on Wednesday actually, might have even been late Thursday.  Anyway I had a little idea so I started to write.  Expecting the same little dribble of three or four pages that I've been dealing with for months.

And what do I get?  45 pages and counting and while the story has been evolving from what it was at the beginning I'm up to nearly forty pages of the one that was going to be backstory for the first fifteen pages.  And I'm still writing.

I never realized how much not being able to get anything to come out on paper was dragging me down.  I have come to the conclusion that I was slowly going insane because I couldn't write.  Just the fact that I've managed to write through one entire section of my scribbler - yes I prefer to write longhand with a fountain pen - has let something inside me relax.  I feel so much better than I did the week before I left the job and that's not counting the fact the I might actually be caught up on sleep.

But there are definitely stories still in there somewhere and, twisted little plot changes aside, I feel really good about that.
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Feb. 8th, 2007 @ 10:34 am The Bookstore Part 3
Current Location: The front desk
How I feel: mellow
What's on: This, that, and the other thing
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the bookstore part 1

The bookstore part 2




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Rose Red
Feb. 8th, 2007 @ 10:04 am Life sucks sometimes
Current Location: The front desk
How I feel: contemplative
What's on: stuff

Not that I think that's news to anyone, but it does.

So, the real life update first, then the one that people would rather read, and update on one of my stories.

So, in real life I've been asked to leave my position effective the 15th of February.  That  would be next Thursday but they still owe me five days of paid holidays so Sunday is my last day and I get paid to not go into work for the last week.  But that's actually okay, I've been expecting this for a while and I'm actually not too worried about it.  I've been half-assed looking for another job since about November because I'm really not happy here anyway.  It's not the work exactly.  It's a combination of things, mainly the fact that I'm supposed to be here at some ungodly hour of the morning and I'm not allowed to do anything manager-like.  I can hire people and fire people, so long as it's only housekeepers, but I'm not really allowed to do anything else.  Pick up the odd thing here and there so long as it doesn't come to much but I'm not allowed to really buy anything for the hotel, I'm not allowed to do anything more than small local advertising, everything has to be approved by the owners anyway.  It got very frustrating once the novelty of being able to say "I'm the manager" wore off.

And I hate mornings.  I have less trouble waking up and going to work on a night shift than I do on a morning shift.  I've felt run-down and sick for months and there's nothing I can do about it because it's from lack of decent sleep and I'm just tired.  So I'm planning on...

And I did actually stop and think about what I was going to do.  Amazing as that might sound.  I've decided to take one day, probably one of my paid days, and go up to Athabasca and talk to the councilors at Athabasca University, where I am registered as a student going for my B.Sc. in Computer Programming and Languages.  But I basically screwed up with my first two courses and you have to have both of them to go onto any of the interesting courses so I'm basically screwed.  So I'm going to go in and petition to start completely over.  Take the two courses I screwed up on over again, shouldn't be a problem I'm not even on the same hard drive anymore, and then go on to the rest of the course, preferably with the full five years left to work on it.  I'll have to get student loans to cover the cost of the courses themselves but I think working part time will give me enough money to keep my bills under control so I won't need the living expenses part of it.  But I'll apply for the whole amount, because, why not?  It's a lot easier not to have to worry about the bills and I only need a little over a thousand dollars a month to cover living expenses.

After I find out about the course, because there's no point in applying for the loans if I can't take the course, I'll go into Whitecourt and Barrhead and apply for a couple of night audit jobs.  I'm not interested in working days and I'm not particularly interested in working afternoons, but I'll do those if I have to, on either a part time or a full time basis.  Part time to start if they'll let me start over and I think I'll get the loans I need to cover the courses.  I can't do it on my own, I tried.  I just ended up getting further and further behind on the payments because there were so many other things that I wanted to buy.

But only working part time I think I can keep that bit of spending under control.  There are a lot of things I still want to buy, but I think I'm finally satisfied with the things I own and, other than books and the odd movie, there's really nothing I feel the need to buy.  Now if only I could pay all my bills on a part time job anyway...
Oh, wait, I probably can.  But that wouldn't leave me any spending money at all.

We'll see.  I think I'm to the point where I'm satisfied with how my life is going and I'm content.

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Rose Red
Dec. 22nd, 2006 @ 04:17 pm Stuff before Christmas
Current Location: Somewhere South of Sanity
What's on: stuff
So, tis the day before I start my very short christmas holidays and all is quiet.  Well, as quiet as a Friday ever is when you have to break into one of the rooms at the hotel.

Tis also the day after the Winter Solstice, which isn't even marked on the calender I have at work so I mostly forgot about it.  

So, I leave work at 7 tonight and don't have to be back until 8:30 on the 26th.  Boxing day sales I get to miss.  Excellent.  The only thing worse than boxing day sales are the people looking for gifts on Christmas Eve.  I'm not nearly that bad.  I've got one present for Lindy, not that I expect her to be home for Christmas to get it, and I paid my Dad's Legion dues for 2007 and I'm giving him that for Christmas.  I'm slipping though, it's usually his birthday present in October.  I know what I'm getting Mom but I haven't picked it up yet.  And I think I know what I'm getting my brother, but I might not get him that.  I probably won't get Wendy or Holly anything, although I probably will get Doug something.  Strange that I'll get him something but not the other two.  Then again I find it likely that Doug will get me something and the other two won't.  That's how it usually goes.

But, I have to make another foray into the mass of shopper at WEM, specifically there because that's where I know I can get what I'm thinking about for my brother and - more importantly - that's where I know they have a pair of the boots I need to replace.  Stupid boots.  I finally find a pair of boots that I like and I can wear for more than twenty minutes at a time without my feet hurting and I break the sole in half.  And I don't even know how or when it happened, only that it was after my trip into Edmonton on the 10th.

But the plan is, go into Edmonton on Saturday, probably mid to late afternoonish since I want to stop at RCMT before I head into Edmonton.  Either do my shopping first or not.  I still hope I can meet up with Oblyvia on this trip to Edmonton.  Either before I go shopping or after.  Other than the fact I don't want to subject anyone to the horrors of two days before Christmas shopping I'd really rather have the company.  That way I can get someone else's opinion on what I'm thinking about buying for my brother.  Is it bad I need the opinion of someone else to make up my mind?  I mean it's not like I don't know he'd like it, I'm just wondering if it's a little over the top.  No, I know it's over the top but I might need someone to help me justify it to myself.

Nah, I'll either buy it or I won't but I don't really need to justify it.  Maybe if I was buying a video game I might but...  Hmmm.

Other than that, I'll be giving the child a call and asking her, leaving her a message asking her, if she's coming to the farm for Christmas.  She either is or she isn't.  It doesn't make that much of a difference to anyone anymore.

So, since I won't be back on-line after I leave tonight until after Christmas, I wish everyone a very happy holiday.
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Rose Red
Dec. 13th, 2006 @ 10:17 am An Update
Current Location: The front desk
How I feel: peaceful
What's on: Stuff I haven't heard lately
The kid managed to stick around for three weeks before she walked off again.  She was doing so well.  She had, I think, one module left in both her math and her social and then she would have been done her 10 levels of them.  Well, her 14 levels of them.  She was doing so well, and then she decided she didn't need to be here anymore and walked off again.  I was at work so I'm not sure exactly what the circumstances were but I think the doctor's appointment she had the following Monday played a part in it.  I think we've all reached our limits of patience with her.  I still contend my daughter is suffering from schizophrenia with paranoid delusions and a healthy dose of pure psychotic problems.  Not according to the shrink she saw but *shrugs* what do I know.  I'm just her mother with bi-polar disorder and schizophrenic tendancies.  They know it runs in the family.

On the work side I'm doing a little better.  I was really at a get in the car and drive away point for a while.  We have bedbugs, or at least we had bedbugs and we've hopefully sprayed them into non-existance.  Hopefully.

On the personal side, other than the kid walking away again, I saw the doctor and he agreed I could increase my dosage of Doxepin and see if that helps.  Which it has.  I'd be royally screwed otherwise.  I was planning on what to take with me when I ran away.

That's so pathetic.  I'm 35 years old, the manager of a hotel, and I was planning on running away because I couldn't stand working her anymore.

My life - and credit rating - are finally good enough to get a real loan.  Which is why I know I've decided to spend a little more time and effort to keep my job here.  I got a loan to pay out my car loan - $15,000 at 17% - and my credit card - $4000 at 10.9% - and leave me a little money left over.  It's a $20,000 loan over five years, which means paying on my car for a total of six, but I can make extra payments and pay it off sooner assuming I ever have extra money I don't already have spent before I get it.  I'm actually paying more interest on the credit card bit of it, because the loan is 11% - at the moment anyway - but I'll only have one payment which is only $100 more than my car loan payment.  So all is well on that front.

I got most of what I wanted to accomplish on my last days off done.  I got (most of) my room cleaned.  I got to Edmonton, even though I didn't get one of the things accomplished there that I wanted to.  I got my new glasses adjusted so I can wear them, I got a new backpack and a new purse, I bought books, I bought a new video game - actually no, I got a new version of a game I already had, I bought new shoes - pink high heels, and I got to drive to Edmonton.  I never realized how much I missed driving a distance every day when I was able to think things through and make decisions about what I wanted to do.  I miss the drive.  I really do.  But I did not get one thing I wanted to do done.  I waited too long to make the invitation and then couldn't make a connection so I didn't get to finally get to meet [info]oblyvia.

I'll have to start earlier this time.  Let's see.  My next day off is the 23 of December.  We'll see what can be arranged before then.  But it might depend on other factors too.  Like the damn snow stopping again so the roads are fit to travel.  We'll see.

But I am still alive and fairly well.  And I am still reading posts, even if I don't comment on them, and I am writing again - thank all the gods ever believed in - although I don't know what will get posted.
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Nov. 9th, 2006 @ 10:12 am She's home
Current Location: The front desk
How I feel: happy
What's on: stuff
I am happy, sad, excited, relieved, and slightly stunned. I figured, when my brother IM'd me to come home straight after work, that there was some news about my daughter. I wasn't sure if it was good news or bad news but I was sure there was news.

So, I come home, at a sedate 65 because the roads are total ice; get stuck backing up because the snowdrift is completely iced solid; and find out she's home.

A little worse for the wear. She nearly cut her toe off while she was gone, someone ripped her earring out of her ear, she's got a stab wound on her side, and she seems to have some bruised ribs.

But overall she seems to be okay. She's lost weight, her nearly too small jeans are hanging off her hips.

So I'm happy, sad, excited, relieved, and slightly stunned. But she's home, so I'll be okay.
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Rose Red
Sep. 29th, 2006 @ 04:50 pm Funerals
Current Location: here
How I feel: depressed
What's on: Good Brown Gravy
Just in case I forget to tell anyone who can make the decision I want some record that I've said this.  I hate funerals and I hate religious funerals most of all.  So, memorial service fine, funeral not fine, and the people important in my life being preached at while they're mourning means I will come back from the dead and kick whoever authorized it in the head.

Can you tell I just came from a funeral?  My great-uncle Grant died on Monday and his funeral was this afternoon.  About the only good thing about it was if my father was there I didn't see him.  Funerals are supposed to be for the living, why do they make them so depressing?  I've never understood that.

I want an Irish wake.  Way too much booze, way too many embarrassing stories, and lots of noise and rowdiness.  Not a funeral.  And if I could figure out a way to cremate me in a bon-fire it would be all the better.

Grant and Stella do have the coolest urn though.  It's a heart, he's in one side now and when she dies she'll go in the other side.  That was cool.  Other than that I bugged out early because, quite honestly, I don't remember him from when I was a kid, I know one of his grandchildren on a talking basis, and I only met the man twice once I moved to Mayerthorpe.  Mom at least saw the two of them every now and then at the store and talked then.

Of course it had to fall on a day that I was supposed to be at work all day and I've been gone since 10:30 because it happened to fall on the same day as the AHLA regional meeting so I had to go to that first.  It's always interesting when people you used to work for remember you.  Life sucks sometimes.
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Rose Red
Sep. 28th, 2006 @ 05:39 pm White Roses
Current Location: Somewhere South of Sanity
How I feel: mellow
What's on: She never cried

A dozen white roses, your favourite kind,
But they’re not enough to change your mind.
I have one last chance to prove I’m true,
So listen, just listen, to what I’ll do.

For you and only you I’ll take a white rose
And touch it to the sky as morning glows.
For a rose of blue so innocent and true
A promise of new beginnings from me to you

Or for you, and you alone, I’ll take a rose of white
And touch it to a midnight sky full of starlight
A blue so dark with starlights shimmer
A hint of old delights to make it glimmer

Now make your choice, take your pick
It’s up to you, so make it quick
Morning glow or starlit night
New beginnings or old delights?

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dagger
Sep. 24th, 2006 @ 10:17 am Life, work, and other things
Current Location: Room 20
How I feel: steamed
What's on: This, that, and the other thing
So, we'll start with a belated birthday to Bassman42 and a happy birthday to Oblyvia.  Hope you both had good days and that you have good years.

On to life.  Today makes it a month with no word from the girl child.  Other than that there's not much news outside of work.  My brother had a bit of a breakdown.  That would be Doug, our step-brother, not FB.  If he has a breakdown you'd probably be hearing about it on the national news.  No, Doug's schizophrenia apparently got real bad and he didn't want to worry any of us - or I think anyone else - but he ended up in the hospital four times in less than three weeks.  Which, when you've been doing good and haven't had to be hospitalized in a couple years, is a major thing and he should have told us.

I actually think that it's partially because of Lindy.  Like the rest of the family he knows she's gone and he's worried about her.  Between that and the fact it's been raining so he couldn't cut grass which in the summer is his main get out of the house and do things and he's been sitting there brooding and making himself worse.  Blue Heron brought him out to the house for a couple days and it definitely did him some good, even if he did sleep through most of it but it was good for him to get away.  Although the holiday might have had something to do with it too.  Seems like everything started with the damn holiday.

Can you tell I have a headache?

Keith Jackson died a few days ago, not the singer but a local man whose wife knows everyone, including my bosses.  She's got friends and family staying here at the hotel for the funeral, which is this afternoon.  I'm not planning on going but my parents might.  Personally, while I know Beth and think she's an okay person she's not a person I've ever liked.  But anyway, I got a phone call from Beth yesterday that pushed my little bit of a headache into full-blown migraine.  Yes, I know she's upset about the death of her husband and I am cutting her some slack because of that.  I was very polite to her, even when she said I should fire the little bitches I have working as housekeepers now and hire someone who knows what they're doing.

As if the housekeepers can do anything about the smell in 32.  There's nothing they can do about it.  The smell is in the carpet, and in the floor under the carpet and there's nothing we can do about that until we can rip the fucking carpet out, bleach out the floor, and replace the carpet.  But that's hardly the fault of the housekeepers.  Nor is the fact that the springs are coming up on the bed in 29.  What?  She thinks they jumped on the damn bed until the springs came out just so they leave it like that for the guests?  We've complained about the beds before.  They haven't replaced them.  What are the housekeepers supposed to do about it?  Put a notice up that the bed isn't safe for use?

I will grant that the cigarette ashes behind the bathroom door and the rotting food in the fridge are very definitely housekeeping's fault.  I have no problem with that.  What I do have a problem with is, if these were such big problems that she's threatening to go over my head straight to both owners, why the fuck didn't somebody complain already?  I would have moved them out of the two offensive rooms and into two other rooms.  I would have had no problem with that.  But they've been here for three days and the first I've heard of any problems is when Beth is calling me and threatening me.  And if Paul and Raj, the two owners, didn't fix things to her satisfaction she was going to be putting a nasty letter in the local paper to make sure everyone knew her opinion on the matter.

What I think might have pissed me off most, and most of the call pissed me, is she asked for Cathy to deal with it, like I'm just here to fill the desk on the week-end.  Cathy works for me.  Not the other way around, although she does do a lot more with the housekeepers than I do.  But I'm still not comfortable with the housekeeping end of it.  But give that same call to Cathy and she's either going to calling me to find out what to do or sending a fax to Paul and Pam to find out.  Either way she's not going to make a decision on her own.  She's not comfortable with the whole being in charge of everything idea although I think she could do it if she would just slow down on the paperwork part.  She could do it if she had to.  But she's not in charge and I am.

Beth was demanded discounts on all the rooms with the problems and I just don't feel like arguing with her so I knocked $20 a night off on the four rooms in question and I really don't care what my bosses have to say about it.  Just like I would have when I was working as night audit at the Whitecourt Inn.  These were problems that could have been solved by the application of money on their part so they're just going to have to swallow the loss.  Because Beth Jackson on a good day isn't someone I feel like arguing with and I really don't feel like arguing with her over this when she's in this kind of mood.

But her bad mood is going to accomplish something.  I am going to start insisting that the housekeepers, all the housekeepers, start using the check-lists and the write erase markers for every room until Cathy and I are satisfied that everything is being done in every room every day.  Because I am sick and tired of hearing complaints from the guests and the owners about the state of the rooms.

I guess that covers the work part of it.  I am seriously beginning to not like my job.
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dagger
Sep. 20th, 2006 @ 03:55 pm Bitch bitch bitch
Current Location: here
How I feel: bitchy
What's on: noise
Sometimes that's all I think I do.  Just bitch, bitch, bitch.



/bitch of the day
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dagger
Sep. 20th, 2006 @ 09:41 am Sus Chapter Thirteen
Current Location: Front desk
How I feel: drained
What's on: Best Friends Girl
And just in case you've forgotten what came before in any of these they're all saved in my memories.  I'll add a link at the bottom of this post.



My Memories
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Rose Red
Sep. 20th, 2006 @ 09:35 am Cookie Part 10
Current Location: Front desk
How I feel: drained
What's on: Not a dry eye in the house
Takes longer to find out where I'd left off writing some of these then it took to write bits.

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Rose Red