It seems that I am not the only grown woman that refuses to be spoken to rudely by unkempt incompetent. Big Cheese worked his magic and chased my replacement out of the building on Saturday night, mid hit. Now he will have some one other than himself to blame for whatever calamities happened there after.
DB Jr also came home way too early (8 pm), puking her way through the dining room, crying, babbling, we didn't understand any of what she said. Later, after tons of mouthwash and a shower, DB Jr explained that she was ill while at work, asked the GM to be excused from her shift, as she was leaving/puking in the parking lot, Mr Cheese was screaming at her, who knows what he said, she didn't hear him over her retching. Now my car smells of vomit, should I send him the cleaning bill?
I lost the cleaning gig at the hotel (big surprise there eh?). No worries, I still have The Frat House to take its place. Besides, Blue Bell is nice ride, and the perks far outweigh what the hotel offered.
I hope Mrs H calls me, I miss her and her Witty ways. I also hope that Mrs H didn't get slammed overly hard due to my kids illness, and if she did, I'm sorry, and so is DB Jr.
I really hope that the new GM of the hotel gets on track, if only the stupid bastard would stop screwing everything up for her. Some people should have mute switches, him most of all.
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Response from Mrs. H:
ReplyDeleteI will admit that I am a bad blogger. I am much more of an in-person type.
It has taken me a week and a half to realize that my only friend from my job is no longer there, but fortuneatly she lives right up the road. Work is such a silly place. I know that I work for a crazy man. I also know that I have to keep my mouth shut 90% of the time because my job depends on it. Puts me in an awkward position, but I guess that's where my acting talents come in. I got a real giggle out the new Hostess walking out at 6:45 on a Saturday! I kept it to myself. I tried to share it with the poor Busgirl, who was really sick, I saw it for myself, but she was getting fired at the time. The owner is who he is, and the person who is really suffering now is the poor girl who said she'd be his manager. Big mistake, can't figure why she would say yes. Better her than me. I guess life goes on, even in this backwater town we share.
I miss my friend, though...