I think i’m going to keep a list of all the crazy awesome people i meet at front desk.
like MAGNESS! The woman who called down to the front desk asking if her room came with a complimentary ICE PICK.
First day on the job ladies and gentlemen…it’s shaping up to be a good couple of months.
I am a Front Desk Agent
I have advanced degrees in Accounting, Public Relations, Marketing, Business, Computer Science, Civil Engineering, and Swahili. I can also read minds.
Of course, I have the reservation that you booked six years ago even though you don’t have the confirmation number and…
this actually his hilarious
So a guest comes out of the elevator and is walking towards the parking lot, when he says something. I can’t hear him, and I ask him what he said. He turns, faces me, grits his teeth and yells, “I’m going out to dinner, DO YOU WANT ME TO BRING ANYTHING BACK FOR YOU OR NOT?!”
Well, that escalated quickly…
where to start, i don’t know.
i’m so tired of being held back. first, i want to say that i can’t feel guilty for smoking anymore. everytime i smoke, it’s guilt that just pings me and hurts me and i want to quit so terribly but i can’t do it. i want to try but i don’t know how. i’ve been through so much, i’ve felt so much hurt and i always say i’m so strong, i’m so strong. everyone tells me wow i don’t know how you do it. but i can’t be strong, because smoking is stronger than me. it’s a menial addiction really, compared to actual addictive drugs, and even still, it’s more powerful than me. i can’t shut my brain off and tell myself no, i don’t need one right now. i can’t do it. then after i feel terrible. i want to be stronger than smoking.
then there’s my sister, how do i do take the pain away for you? you, are another who is stronger than me. i had the opportunity once too, and i gave it up. not effortlessly, it was so hard and still is hard sometimes. but i can’t help but fear that because i gave it up on my own, that i took it away from you. you deserve to be a mom, one day with a stillborn isn’t what i wanted for you. we were all so excited, and i don’t know why it had to end in pain. i don’t know why everything has to end in pain for our family.
then there’s the real worst thing that’s bothering me. you. you disgusting peice of human-trash. i don’t know what made you ever think you had the right to take things away from other people. especially me. i was your best friend for three years, through getting arrested, embarassing me at university, nights just fueled by unspeakable bullshit. i was there for everything for you. i sat beside you during one of the worst days of your life and i understood. i understood your used and abused ways, people wanting you for the wrong reasons. i tried to brighten your life, i really did. i know i talk too much and i know i needed you as much as you needed me. you were my family, our parents gave the other one christmas presents, i called your mom and you called mine mom. why did you take that away from me. but i tried so hard, that christmas-scrapbook took so much time, jesus. i put so much into that. but you took everything away from me. a friendship i took very seriously and put a LOT into. the one time you see i’m doing something for me, i’m serious about someone and you have to sleep with him too. i know you have issues but i don’t know why you had to have what i so desperately wanted and needed. you’ve ruined my relationship. you could’ve told me when i asked. you could’ve told me before i moved across the country putting all my faith into a relationship based on a huge, disgusting lie. i can’t handle the thought of you, it’s too painful. you make me sick and i never thought i’d have this much hate for you.
i want to come home, but the only reason i can’t is because i can’t bear to see you. you ruined the best thing i’ve had and every day in my relationship is now a struggle, because of you.