So first off I must say for someone who was supposed to post on a regular basis I am sucking quite well at it lol. I know I mean to write more often then every other week but sometimes it's hard to write about something at that exact moment. Needless to say, a lot has happened since my last post. The first thing is that I am pregnant. I was hoping the other bloggers wouldn't leak my secret but alas the secret broke.. just like my water will LOL. J/K I got my ovaries removed so luckily I won't be making that mistake...er... unmistake? (Smiles at all the mothers/mothers-to-be reading this). Now this brings to my first point. For those who know me, it is not a secret that I abhor children... Note that I said "abhor" and not "adore". BIG difference. Something about little monsters running around touching every little thing does not exactly bring a smile to my cold heart. Now of course there are exceptions. My nephews and nieces are exceptions... well... most. Even some are tolerable at best. And don't come at me with the thought that even I used to be a child at some point. I am trying my best to do away with that memory. I guess if you really think about it, it's not the kids I'm really rolling my eyes at but rather the parents behind the kids... and I literally mean behind because those parents are clearly not paying attention to them. Whenever I have guests checking in and their kids are running around in the lobby pulling out the brochures from the racks, jumping on the couches, trying to climb on the desk, there is every part of me that wants to distract the parents by saying "Oh look, it's Supernanny" (cause you know they are constantly looking out for that bitch) and then throwing a stapler at the child(s). Awww looks like lil' Timmy was ready for a nap after all! Now yesterday I was working with the new guy KC (I am working a nickname, trust me) and after a guest checked in with their annoying kids I blurted out "Man I am so glad I don't have kids" to which he made some comments and eventually said "Mexican women are so easy to get pregnant". Stop. Wait. Hold the phone. I cursed myself for leaving my chanklas at home but I had to probe his brain a little. I asked what his racist ass meant and he just said that they like having a lot of kids and stuff. Oooh girl you know this was going to get serious. So I flipped my hair back and looked right at him and said "First of all don't use the term 'Mexican' to describe a group because we are not ALL Mexican. Use 'Hispanic' or 'Latinos' instead. Secondly, those women are not 'easy' or 'easy to get pregnant'." I mean yes I knew what he meant but he needed to be set straight. You can't just throw around ignorance like the flu. Sorry I don't have a pill for that sickness. So after I explained that to him he then made another comment that was just as heartwarming... or heart-boiling and I just told him to stop. I can only handle so much of this kid. It's always funny how the people who can never shut up and spend so much time talking never have much of anything interesting to blurt out. Case in point. BTW isn't it ironic when kids are complaining about other kids? Oh my chirruns.
So that brings me to my next point. So I have worked at the Good Nite Inn for about a year and one month now. Before coming on, I had always dreamt of working in a hotel because I figured it was the closest thing to my past experience as Admin/Reception/Accounting that wouldn't require me sitting on my ass for 8 hours and becoming an ergonomic vegetable. Little did I know that I would be getting myself into. The first couple of months were rough because let's face it, this place is a MOtel not a HOtel... don't be fooled. Having an assortment of HO's does not a HOtel make. I mean I could list all the different experiences I have come across but I can do them piece by piece. But after a year of dealing with bad attitudes, hookers, crackheads, drugs, lack of concern from management for employees, a person has to hit a wall. Each of us front desk staffers puts in so much effort into our work and for what? No acknowledgement. No raise. Nothing. I just knew my time would be up as soon as my year came and here it was. I officially put in my notice last week and told the manager I would be leaving the end of this month. Sad to think I won't be sticking around much longer to help any more guests and develop more of my customer service skills. If you didn't note the sarcasm in that then you can just sign off and go back to watching TV. I mean I will miss certain aspects of the job. I mean working in a hotel can be a gratifying experience but it really depends on the hotel itself. If I were in a more upscale location I am sure I wouldn't be in this mess that I find myself in now. I do enjoy how my sassiness has been perfected over the past year. Just as soon as certain people are quick to whip out the race card I am also quick to whip out my "I-don't-give-a-fuck" card. It's kind of like a "Get out of Jail Free" card except I can't flip the other person off - what a shame! Like the other day this guy wanted to get a room late at night. I quoted him the price for the night and he said that it's usually lower. I told him that during the slower seasons yes but this is summer and plus we are down to three rooms. His remark was then "Well it's not my fault you guys are down to three rooms." This man was clearly becoming my favorite guest of the night. So he then told me that he would take the room but then talk to the manager in the morning about it. I think the producer missed the cue for the laugh track because I was the only one laughing. Ahhh I think we can all agree some moments can be improved with a laugh track (see Clip). Not to digress, I went throught the regular process of checking Mr. A. Hole in and then as I asked for payment I repeated the total to which he said "Wow you really are fucking robbing me". Well... you know cause I had my hand in his pocket and all. I then looked at him and said "You don't have to take the room"... and of course he was starting to make it seem as if I was refusing him a room (again, cause you know I didn't take his ID and went through the whole deal of assigning him a room and all). And then my immediate response was "Well we do have the right to refuse service to anyone" and then he said "So are you refusing my service?" and without skipping a beat I said "yes I am" and handed back his ID. So of course he asked for my name and the number for the manager. I don't know if this was the part when my customer service or my I-don't-give-a-fuck skills kicked in but I was like ok. Then as I handed him the info he said "You just lost your job". Again, the damn producer missed the cue. Really, what kind of show is this?! I guess this guy missed the table read when it was announced on page 5 that I had already put in my notice. The only thing that was lost during the course of this event was my ability to move my face.... well that and my lack of concern for this guy. But then again you can't lose something you never had right? Oh how I wish we will meet again. Now since my last post we also have had two new employees. Since they are fresh I will reserve my comments for another post. Although based on the first paragraph of this one, you know I will have a lot to say. Ugh good times. If you still can't read the sarcasm then why are you still reading?
Now I am trying to find out how to incorporate music reviews into my blog. I am always searching around for new music from my current fave artists or especially new artists. A couple of albums I would recommend (well if you're as gay as me that is) are Christina's "Bionic", Kylie's "Aphrodite", Kelis' "Flesh Tone" and Scissor Sisters' "Night Work. Dance music is a huge part of my library and it's mainly because I love music that moves you. Dance is just so free and liberating and whenever I am dancing at a club (or in the privacy of my room... remember, people in glass houses) I just feel as though I can forget everything else going in the world and escape to a world of strobe lights and glowsticks. And NO I am not on acid at the moment. I am at work after all :-p. But seriously I think I will dedicate my first tattoo to the thing that matters most to me: music. I have songs from just about every genre minus gospel cause well... it's not easy dropping it low to the words "my Gawd is an awesome Gawd". My last attempt looked something like THIS. Growing up it's always been a part of my life and I have certain songs that touch that special spot. And no I don't mean down there. I am still recovering from ovary-removal surgery (which btw involves a frying pan, two tablespoons of Crisco, and some toast). So if you are interested below are a couple of highlights from said albums that will make you wanna cut a rug... or a bitch. Same difference.
Bionic:
3. Woohoo
4. Elastic Love
17. My Girls
19. Monday Morning (off the Deluxe Version)
Aphrodite:
1. All the Lovers
2. Get Outta My Way
3. Put Your Hands Up (If You Feel Love)
9. Too Much
(Sorry could not find clips for the last two - sad)
Flesh Tone:
3. 4th of July (Fireworks)
6. Scream
7. Emancipate
8. Brave
Night Work:
1. Night Work
4. Any Which Way
5. Harder You Get
9. Skin Tight
10. Sex and Violence
I'll try to post another blog tomorrow. I apparently forgot I am at work and need to get stuff done. To quote Stephanie Tanner: "How Rude!" Tonight's blog was brought to you by the letter "U" for unemployment line which I am hoping to avoid. And tonight's sponsor was Abuelita Chocolate cause you know us Mexicans love our ethnic beverages.
