Some one remind me to turn off the hindi script thingy later...but right now I'm husband bashing.
Why are men so eager to build? Why can they not wait until the appropriate time to build? Whats so damn hard about leaving the new deck canopy in the box until the weather complied? Could he not hear me repeating, in a mantra like fashion, "NOAA is calling for high winds and rain storms all weekend."? It's a HUGE canopy. It even covers half the hot tub!! If it were to take flight, one could easily mistake it for a small, square, hot air balloon.
NOAA was right. It stormed. It winded. Alot. Guess where the canopy is now? In a pile of metal pipes and netting on the deck. All over the deck. And hot tub. men....
Why are men so eager to tease?
Husband drug me to Home Depot to "visualize" our new master bedroom components & concepts. We deffinately are envisioning different rooms. Keep in mind this man is aware that I have been buying peices for this new room for 3 years. A beautifull Farm bed, an antique mirror, floor lamps, plank tables, wing back chairs, etc. He's aware. He takes me to this gawd aweful display of uber cheap laminant wood grain stuff. Its beyond hideous. He takes one look at my face and knows he's made a terrible error. I gaze longingly at the stone tile display at the opposit side of the flooring section. There it is. The reds and golds and blues are tantalizing. His eyes follow mine. He quickly affects the booboo face. He fights dirty.
I've been ROCK BLOCKED!
I bartered down to a temporary faux wood plank style of almost uber cheap laminant, with the condition that it will have a 4 year limit of being underfoot.
It was the booboo face.
He knows his wife, after 17 years, sorta....
Friday, April 13, 2007
Sunday, April 1, 2007
Mute Switch
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.
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.
Tuesday, March 27, 2007
Sacrilege
I had the most excellent post 3/4 finished on Saturday night, when Himself (husband) walked in and tripped over my power cord, snapping it in half with his unknown super powers. ARGGGGHHHHHHHH!
You may ask what is it that was so damn important that I was blogging on a SATURDAY night? I quit my job.Of course, I may not have gone in a blaze of glory, but at least a puff of smoke. I have no other explanation other than I had simply just had enough of the neanderthal lurking in the kitchen, waiting to humiliate anyone his laser beam eyes land on. Apparently, in addition to all my other new titles, I unknowingly became a carpenter and an electrician somewhere down the line. Mr Cheese vehemently proclaimed that I was not doing my job, because there were two broken chairs (wooden cafe chairs, so not durable) by the far side wall in the main dining room. Also, the one man band left a 6 ft extension cord plugged (the horrors!) in, from the previous night. Being extremely observant, Mr Cheese proceeded to badger me on why there were TWO high chairs in the main dining when there was supposed to be one in each station. I news flashed him on the fact that there are FOUR high chairs, he told me to (and I quote) "SHUT UP!".
oh. my. god.
I had to stop myself. You see, I have a temper. It takes years to wane away the tolerance, but when it does, LOOK OUT. DUCK. HIDE. This man had pushed the invisible button that kick starts my temper. He finally walked away from me, while telling me that the plants that had just been hung on Thursday needed watering. On a Saturday night. makes sense, right? ha.
Typical of most Saturday nights, we had a full book, with little to no in between gaps. I was running,Mrs h was running, bus kids scrambling, waitress' w/ laden trays fleeing the kitchen before the sear plates cool to an inaudible hiss...
6:55 pm, getting ready for the 40 7 pm reservations we have due to be seated, with an already packed house. I take in an armload of plates in 4 the dishwasher, who is lagging behind as usual. As I walk in and start to clean plates, Mr Cheese screams across the kitchen that i had, single handedly, fucked the entire wait staff AND the kitchen, the whole line. all by myself. hmmmm.... I turned looked him strait in his beady eyes, smirked, set down the plates and walked through the door. I proceeded to unhitch the pager, telephone, pens and clip board from my person, set them on the service bar, carefully. I grabbed my purse and coat and asked my kid for the car keys. Chins everywhere on the floor. As I sailed out the front door I calmly told my kid to tell Mr Big Fucking Cheese to water his own friggin plants. I went home.
Home safe home.
Himself was crashed out in his Man Chair, and was startled when I came in during daylight hours. This is unheard of when one goes to work at 4 pm. He was so surprised by my having just walked out of my job he ALMOST got out of his man chair. He knew it was a matter of time before I took my annual hiatus from the hotel. Its been my running joke with most the regulars for the last two years, this here and gone and back again hostess deal. I used to say I only worked during allergy season, but this year screwed that one up :)
I have no idea if I will be cleaning the Hotel or not. Kid seems to think that I will be back at the podium next Friday, I think she is wrong. It's sacrilege to walk out in the middle of a hit like I did, Even if I was right. Honestly, I think I need some time away from the freak show called The Hotel.
On a high note, My cousin Kevin rocks, he came and gave the ranch a make over, for FREE! Who can argue with free landscaping? Its so Feng Shui, think I'll go sit and read a book on this fine sunny morning.....
You may ask what is it that was so damn important that I was blogging on a SATURDAY night? I quit my job.Of course, I may not have gone in a blaze of glory, but at least a puff of smoke. I have no other explanation other than I had simply just had enough of the neanderthal lurking in the kitchen, waiting to humiliate anyone his laser beam eyes land on. Apparently, in addition to all my other new titles, I unknowingly became a carpenter and an electrician somewhere down the line. Mr Cheese vehemently proclaimed that I was not doing my job, because there were two broken chairs (wooden cafe chairs, so not durable) by the far side wall in the main dining room. Also, the one man band left a 6 ft extension cord plugged (the horrors!) in, from the previous night. Being extremely observant, Mr Cheese proceeded to badger me on why there were TWO high chairs in the main dining when there was supposed to be one in each station. I news flashed him on the fact that there are FOUR high chairs, he told me to (and I quote) "SHUT UP!".
oh. my. god.
I had to stop myself. You see, I have a temper. It takes years to wane away the tolerance, but when it does, LOOK OUT. DUCK. HIDE. This man had pushed the invisible button that kick starts my temper. He finally walked away from me, while telling me that the plants that had just been hung on Thursday needed watering. On a Saturday night. makes sense, right? ha.
Typical of most Saturday nights, we had a full book, with little to no in between gaps. I was running,Mrs h was running, bus kids scrambling, waitress' w/ laden trays fleeing the kitchen before the sear plates cool to an inaudible hiss...
6:55 pm, getting ready for the 40 7 pm reservations we have due to be seated, with an already packed house. I take in an armload of plates in 4 the dishwasher, who is lagging behind as usual. As I walk in and start to clean plates, Mr Cheese screams across the kitchen that i had, single handedly, fucked the entire wait staff AND the kitchen, the whole line. all by myself. hmmmm.... I turned looked him strait in his beady eyes, smirked, set down the plates and walked through the door. I proceeded to unhitch the pager, telephone, pens and clip board from my person, set them on the service bar, carefully. I grabbed my purse and coat and asked my kid for the car keys. Chins everywhere on the floor. As I sailed out the front door I calmly told my kid to tell Mr Big Fucking Cheese to water his own friggin plants. I went home.
Home safe home.
Himself was crashed out in his Man Chair, and was startled when I came in during daylight hours. This is unheard of when one goes to work at 4 pm. He was so surprised by my having just walked out of my job he ALMOST got out of his man chair. He knew it was a matter of time before I took my annual hiatus from the hotel. Its been my running joke with most the regulars for the last two years, this here and gone and back again hostess deal. I used to say I only worked during allergy season, but this year screwed that one up :)
I have no idea if I will be cleaning the Hotel or not. Kid seems to think that I will be back at the podium next Friday, I think she is wrong. It's sacrilege to walk out in the middle of a hit like I did, Even if I was right. Honestly, I think I need some time away from the freak show called The Hotel.
On a high note, My cousin Kevin rocks, he came and gave the ranch a make over, for FREE! Who can argue with free landscaping? Its so Feng Shui, think I'll go sit and read a book on this fine sunny morning.....
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