MURDERERS SHOULD NOT TALK ABOUT THEIR PAST!!
So...I told my boss that I can't work graveyard anymore. It's fucking up my life. I'm constantly tired, I'm always trying to catch up on things, and I'm always missing class and practicum because I'm so tired. He was understanding, and asked if I was able to work graveyard Friday and Saturday night. I'm going to tell him no. I just need to not work graveyard. I just can't.
So the other auditor (graveyard worker) is named Jill. She's about 60 and obviously really pretty and really classy. She has gorgeous long, gray hair and she has wart-like nasty things on her eyelids. She's so repulsively disgusting that, when you look at her, you can't help but picture her naked. Shut up, you know what I'm talking about.
Anyway, she used to be married and she was in an abusive relationship. One night, things between her and her husband escalated and became very nasty. During that abusive episode, she shot him in the head and he died. YES, SHE FREAKING MURDERED HER HUSBAND. She got away with it, too, with only going to a women's correctional facility for less than a year. And now, she is a classy employee at Club LQ. With that in mind, here is a conversation that occured last night around 11:15 while I was packing up my stuff to leave and she had just arrived to work:
Guest: Can you tell me the room number of Mr. Smith?
Jill: No, it's illegal for me to tell you what room someone is in. You never know if you're just going to go up there and shoot someone.
Me: Yeah Jill, she really looks like a murderer....(she was like 70 yrs old)
Jill: Hey, you never know, I shot my husband.
*HOLY MOTHER! FREAKING AWKWARD SILENCE!!!*
Guest: um.....well.............there were probably uh......circumstances.
Jill: Oh yeah, there were definitely circumstances.
WTF! Do people not know when to shut the hell up? That is NOT something you should tell anyone, let alone a guest at your hotel! I would not be able to sleep the whole night if I was that guest. I would be afraid that Eye Warts would come up and shoot me while I was sleeping!
PS these little Mexican kids keep coming to the desk to ask for shit. It's really getting on my nerves. Bitches.
So the other auditor (graveyard worker) is named Jill. She's about 60 and obviously really pretty and really classy. She has gorgeous long, gray hair and she has wart-like nasty things on her eyelids. She's so repulsively disgusting that, when you look at her, you can't help but picture her naked. Shut up, you know what I'm talking about.
Anyway, she used to be married and she was in an abusive relationship. One night, things between her and her husband escalated and became very nasty. During that abusive episode, she shot him in the head and he died. YES, SHE FREAKING MURDERED HER HUSBAND. She got away with it, too, with only going to a women's correctional facility for less than a year. And now, she is a classy employee at Club LQ. With that in mind, here is a conversation that occured last night around 11:15 while I was packing up my stuff to leave and she had just arrived to work:
Guest: Can you tell me the room number of Mr. Smith?
Jill: No, it's illegal for me to tell you what room someone is in. You never know if you're just going to go up there and shoot someone.
Me: Yeah Jill, she really looks like a murderer....(she was like 70 yrs old)
Jill: Hey, you never know, I shot my husband.
*HOLY MOTHER! FREAKING AWKWARD SILENCE!!!*
Guest: um.....well.............there were probably uh......circumstances.
Jill: Oh yeah, there were definitely circumstances.
WTF! Do people not know when to shut the hell up? That is NOT something you should tell anyone, let alone a guest at your hotel! I would not be able to sleep the whole night if I was that guest. I would be afraid that Eye Warts would come up and shoot me while I was sleeping!
PS these little Mexican kids keep coming to the desk to ask for shit. It's really getting on my nerves. Bitches.