So I'm at work.

So I'm at work and I'm busy as hell. Well not so busy as to where I couldn't write this. I'm getting scared recently about my job security. I don't feel like I'm doing that well at doing things around here. I'm trying my goddamnedest to balance all this shit happening and it's just never enough. I have overbookings left and right, and I think corporate or some other online site is changing our rack reports (report of how many rooms total we have.) And that's going to have an effect on us until September. I have to get breakfast up here everymorning. I have to beg and plead with my boss to pay me what I have taken out of my own pocket to the things we need up here. I don't get anything for driving back and forth, and if I'm a doughnut short for some fat fucker that wants another dough nust EVEN THOUGH HE'LL EAT HALF AND THROW IT AWAY, I still get the blame for not having enough breakfast. I have phone calls every minute asking if we have rooms for the weekend that starts tomorrow. They can't hear me say "Knights Inn this is David how can I help you." They always have to ask what this place is...they wonder if they have called Knights Inn. Yes you did you stupid fucking prick. No I do not have rooms for tomorrow. Then they act surprised. "Why ain'tchu gots no rooms? What goin' on dat so special in towns?" Well it 's fucking summer time, the busy season, you know, just like at McDonald's during lunch time. So you waste about 20 seconds of my life each time asking me this, when if you could take that 20 second out of YOUR OWN TIME and THINK about it. Writing this far I have recieved 7 phone calls. 4 asking if I have rooms for tonight tomorrow and Saturday, 2 for reservations on a good date, another phone call about a cancelation email she just got dated for '07, and 1 just asking info on the hotel. I move people from room to room, I get in trouble...ooo. I try to make everyone happy up here, doesn't work. Maids are fighting amongst each other. It just sucks royally up here. I just really want to scream everytime the phone rings. I had dreams last week about overbookings running through my head...all I saw were DD1 and K11 running circles around each other everytime I closed my eyes to sleep. The stress is getting to me and I'm about to explode. I'm in the negative and have checks bouncing because of this fucking stupid breakfast I have to pick up or these fat assholes that stay up here. I'm to the point where I'm going to take money out of the cash register if they want me to get breakfast. I've fucking had it. Year before last we got a xmas bonus, this year we got nothing, and maybe the coming up xmas will be the same. I always hated when they would tease you with a bonus and never deliver. It just fucking sucks. And I feel like I can't tell anyone so I might as well just type it for all you other fuckers to read. It just really sucks. I feel trapped and I know I am. I'm paid enough to keep my house and pay my bills. I get about $30 a month to myself, and $8 goes to xbox live every month. Yeah I know I can save money by getting the 12 month subscrip. But when you can barely skim by every fucking day, I doubt you can save enough to get that. I haven't bought ammo for my S&W in about a year. I have the same 16 hollow points, 14 in the clip, one in the chamber, and one at home. It's getting fucking shitty. Every second longer I sped in this place keep driving me closer and closer to going fucking nuts. Every day I go home I look at my house and thank whatever fucking higher power is there. I take pride in my home but I can't keep it up (ha ha) I get called all night about questions from work, I get called in the morning about paperwork, then when I get here I deal with the job for 10 hours EVERY DAY. I'm just sick of the fucking shit. My boss drives through here and they could easily sell their other prop for 5 million. They could just take the money and split town. I don't know why they stick around, I'm just glad I can pay for my house. But everytime I look at my place, I'm just happy to know what I can do with it...and I try whenever I have any energy left. I don't have any time to myself anymore, unless I stay up late and make the wife pissed off that I'm on live until 1-2 in the morning. But it's the only tiome I can get my own space. She comes home and kicks it in the room for about an hour or more. She reads comes in cooks dinner, talks to the kids, gets some laundry done, but she gets alone time. She can take a lunch break in the middle of the day and be away from work. But she just doesn't seem to understand, I want to go out sometime. I haven't been out drinking with friends since, 2006. We're getting a minivan...it's a 2002 Windstar. $500, needs trannie work. So after it's in the shop for the past month we're about to take it over for about $2495. Luckily she's getting it through the car lot at a great monthly payment price. But we've been planning for this and basically we're cutting out night out dinner to get it (which usually involved pizza, taco bell, wendy's, or some other cheap place.) Well I can't think of anything else to vent/bitch about on here. So please tell me if I need help or what. I don't have insurance which is another topic all it's own, and even if I did would they cover fucking going insane?

Posted by TheCarnivalAngel @ 10:48 pm EDT | Permalink | 10 Comments

Not to be outdone by fellow clan members

Just thought I'd post too. It's busy up here at the motel. By the way, I cannot stress ENOUGH how important it is for me to mention that Travelocity, Travelweb, Expedia, Hotels, and all thos other dot com places screw you over. Just to let you all know with fair warning!

Posted by TheCarnivalAngel @ 5:32 pm EDT | Permalink | 7 Comments

A Day Off?!

    How do you people do it? I have 36 hours before I have to go back to work. It's been quite a while since I've had some time off. Maybe I should help around the house? Yeah I could do some laundry between games. I would rather watch some stuff I torrented, but my speakers are screwed up. Maybe if I smoke it'll help me think of something to do? I always have really great ideas when I'm high. In fact.....

I was thinking yesterday of why one room at the hotel suddenly has bugs. Well the most logical reason is, the old bug guy is planting them there. So I was thinking about what if I caught him doing it? I'd have to detain him so I could show that was in fact there. But maybe he'd resist. So I'd have to taser him. Then maybe he would get up with a knife, then I'd shoot him. Well is his truck there? Or did someone drop him off? Maybe when the cops came to get me they would have a trial. Well what if the city I live in is real corrupt? I mean, I have no recording cameras outside. Maybe they would say I planned to kill him all along? Then what? Then I had the crazy idea that if they had ANY of the same jurors during my friend's murder trial that it would be proof the city is in someone else's hands. Then I'd be locked away. So before that maybe I need to get a good defense. No not an attorney, even more guns! Maybe some explosives. Then when they come to try to take me away, I'd take them all down! Use some type of EMP blast to disable communication with other enforcement agencies. Then instead of someone else having an iron grasp on Hot Springs...it'd be me.

So yeah, get high think of crazy ideas. That sounds like a good one. Who knows, maybe I can get caught up on some sleep!

Posted by TheCarnivalAngel @ 11:22 am EDT | Permalink | 5 Comments

AK-47

    So I'm lookin' at this AK-47 at a local shop. $450, lay-a-way. Is it a good buy? Also in great condition and Romanian made.

Posted by TheCarnivalAngel @ 11:20 am EDT | Permalink | 5 Comments

Thus why I hate locals

So I'm sitting here about 30 minutes ago, minding my own business when I get a guest. I turn off my music and he comes in to rent a room. He's a local, and we normally don't allow locals in our hotel. I tell him, "We've rented to you before but I've had no problems from you. So I'll rent to you but you need to know I have alot of friends on the force so if I have any trouble out of you I will kick you right out and keep your money." He agreed, and no sooner did he take the pen and start filling out the paperwork than his car got stolen by his girlfriend. She drove around the block and he went outside to meet her at the exit.

I grabbed my gun thinking his car had just gotten stolen. I pull the hammer back and wait for her around the corner. He sees me with the gun and says, "Don't please, she's my girlfriend." So I start putting my gun down, and here she comes around the corner. Well I guess he really loves her cause he stood in front of the car, and she hit the gas. I'd say she was doing a good 35-45 mph. And he got hit hard, up and on to the windshield, it really looked like that one guy's avatar of the midget wrestler skidding across the mat. Well he hung onto the car...she kept gassing it. She went up the embankment, hit the divided highway and started hauling ass... I don't nkow if he was still hanging on or not.

They go down about 300-400 ft. down the road and she's going faster and faster, she runs off the road into the ditch and flips the car over. I was already on the phone with 911 cause this fucker got hit fucking hard. I'm screaming oh shit as the car flips over. I tell them 2 people one hit by car, other driving car and car is now flipped over. I run back to the office and put my gun up and start running as fast as I could to the crash. I'm screaming out for the guy, "Hey man tell me you're alright!" "Oh please don't be underneath that goddamn car!" I heard voices from the road she was trying to go on. I yell but no one answers. The police officer shows up and I wave him down cause I gave them the address to the hotel at first. We look everywhere for the guy and can't find him nor the cunt that ran him down.

The police question me as we're looking for them. Well I walk with the FD while the police look to where I heard voices, I make it all the way back to my hotel. I grabbed his ID he left on the counter and came back out and meet up with FD. We make it back to the crash and they have the girl in custody. I kept telling them, the guy could very well be under the car. They never even began to pick up the car. This is all still going on and I'm about to drive back down there to see what's happening.

So I guess I'm not taking a nap tonight.

*UPDATE*

I just got back from down the street. The woman said that he had kidnapped her and she found her only way of escape as she told the police. They asked me how they were when they came in, I said that he was the only one that came in. Welp I figured there was nothing else so I start heading back to my truck, and I see the guy walking down the steet. I yelled as loud as I could for the cops and they came a runnin'! The guy put his hands up when I said there he is. The police made it to me and start drawing their guns and instructed him to put his hands on the hood the whole routine. They cuff this guy , with his head all swollen and legs hurt bad. They question him and they put him the the squad car. Goddamnit, me and my security guard were just joking about  how nice and quiet it had been all night.

Posted by TheCarnivalAngel @ 4:50 am EDT | Permalink | 7 Comments