Day Five Spectacular at the Desk
So yeah, I had to work the desk today. Which on a Friday means a few things for me. One, for instance, that after 7PM, everyone will be drunk. And they won't start coming back until around 11:30. So I have in between those two times a large amount of time to kill. Even then, I have a lot of time to kill before then.
So naturally, at around 4:30ish, I disable my computer and prepare it for front desk duty. Thus, the keyboard and mouse go too. And so, I carry those in my messenger bag whilst carrying my computer under one arm. It kind of pisses me off that I have no better way to transport the thing.
I get up front, set my things down, and suddenly the chaos of the day begins. Austin calls to ask me to let him into his room somewhat clandestinely because he left his keys in the room and doesn't want to pay five bucks. He's used up all of his times he gets for free. So the dilemma is how do I let him into his room without my three bosses at the front yelling at me? I don't know...
Before all of this though, we got to see some of our new uniform items that we're going to have to wear for this new promotional campaign the company is running until the 27th. It's called Waves, and we give away a free trip if you're name is drawn nationally. Each property picks a name and sends it up for the national drawing. Should be interesting. So, to promote this thing and get people to lease, we're getting to wear hawaiian themed stuff. Which normally I'm all about, but since corporate, in their infinite wisdom deems it so to add things to the uniform, like for instance, funky hawaiian flower print hats (the tackiest thing I have ever laid eyes on...)
I swear this is the ugliest thing my eyes has ever had the displeasure of seeing. And I like my hawaiian stuff. I like board shorts with that sort of pattern. I like to wear hawaiian shirts much like this. (well, 2 colors with the whole flower thing) but this hat is too much.
But you know what? I don't care anymore. Let them make us wear an ugly hat. We're just showing how fucked up we are more and more.
I finally get to sit down after all these different chores that had to be done, and I get down to the business of the evening: get my Grace Hill training done. Let me explain.
See, in the infinite wisdom of my company, they've decided that we are all idiots and don't have a fucking clue of how to sell anything. I mean, when we interviewed we had to try to sell a board to a group of people. And that is really fucking hard to sell lumber. Lumber is a commodity that should be able to sell itself. Giving tours and getting leases usually isn't that huge of a deal. I've gotten used to people telling me they want to shop around. I encourage it, in fact. I tell them to go look on campus, to see how long the wait list is. I tell them to go look at apartments around here if they want to, see how clean the models are? Nothing like that in the real thing. College towns are so fucking laxed on living conditions of these places. And the rental companies make a killing off of college kids in rent. And utilities make a killing off of us. Charter basically has a monopoly on cable. Which sucks. My cable bill just went up. I'm calling Monday to get the scoop as to why.
Yeah, I was talking about work, and this Grace Hill training. So instead of having real life training, they give us little flash based presentations for us to watch and take tests on. We have to make a 70 or higher to pass (I've made a 100% on one test, which so happened to show up at the convention for GMH somehow, and my bosses were happy with me about it.) And since we're supposed to be getting this done, oh, I don't know, before Thanksgiving, I've needed to get mine completed for a while now. So I'm finally finished, I'm hoping. If I have to do one more goddamned training module and hear that bitch voice tell me something is wrong on the challenge quiz. I fucking hate that bitch.
So I finally finished that. It took about an hour and a half, just like I thought it would. Then I set up my computer around 7PM and started working on the new writing project stuff with Lincoln. We've got a lot to cover in a very long amount of time to do it in. If anyone's interested in helping us, we're working on creating a universe for some short stories and possibly a book eventually. Hopefully we'll have the Wiki up soon, and that will help a lot. the site is www.whengodsdestroy.org. It was supposed to be whomgodsdestroy, but I am a dumb fuck and registered the wrong name. Fuck it.
Did that until around 11. Started checking brackets out for the NCAA tournament. Fucking hell, it's all messed up now. Nothing is right anymore. I've got the major ones I've picked sort of working. But Syracuse got knocked out, and I had them going to the final four. So that messes up a whole chain of events. I really hate causal chains now that I know what they are.
Shut down the computer at 11:45 anticpating the arrival of my relief so I can come back to my room and sleep. Twelve rolls around, and still no one. 12:30? Where are you? I'd called my boss at 12:10 to let him know what was going on. God love my relief, she fell asleep on the couch fully dressed to come to work. If it wasn't for her, I'd go nuts.
Did I mention there is softcore vampire porn on my television right now? It's nasty. Oh so nasty. Especially the Fabio vampire wanna be. He's just "studly"...
Wow, it's almost three in the morning and I'm still up. Time for sleep.
Night folks.
So naturally, at around 4:30ish, I disable my computer and prepare it for front desk duty. Thus, the keyboard and mouse go too. And so, I carry those in my messenger bag whilst carrying my computer under one arm. It kind of pisses me off that I have no better way to transport the thing.
I get up front, set my things down, and suddenly the chaos of the day begins. Austin calls to ask me to let him into his room somewhat clandestinely because he left his keys in the room and doesn't want to pay five bucks. He's used up all of his times he gets for free. So the dilemma is how do I let him into his room without my three bosses at the front yelling at me? I don't know...
Before all of this though, we got to see some of our new uniform items that we're going to have to wear for this new promotional campaign the company is running until the 27th. It's called Waves, and we give away a free trip if you're name is drawn nationally. Each property picks a name and sends it up for the national drawing. Should be interesting. So, to promote this thing and get people to lease, we're getting to wear hawaiian themed stuff. Which normally I'm all about, but since corporate, in their infinite wisdom deems it so to add things to the uniform, like for instance, funky hawaiian flower print hats (the tackiest thing I have ever laid eyes on...)
I swear this is the ugliest thing my eyes has ever had the displeasure of seeing. And I like my hawaiian stuff. I like board shorts with that sort of pattern. I like to wear hawaiian shirts much like this. (well, 2 colors with the whole flower thing) but this hat is too much.
But you know what? I don't care anymore. Let them make us wear an ugly hat. We're just showing how fucked up we are more and more.
I finally get to sit down after all these different chores that had to be done, and I get down to the business of the evening: get my Grace Hill training done. Let me explain.
See, in the infinite wisdom of my company, they've decided that we are all idiots and don't have a fucking clue of how to sell anything. I mean, when we interviewed we had to try to sell a board to a group of people. And that is really fucking hard to sell lumber. Lumber is a commodity that should be able to sell itself. Giving tours and getting leases usually isn't that huge of a deal. I've gotten used to people telling me they want to shop around. I encourage it, in fact. I tell them to go look on campus, to see how long the wait list is. I tell them to go look at apartments around here if they want to, see how clean the models are? Nothing like that in the real thing. College towns are so fucking laxed on living conditions of these places. And the rental companies make a killing off of college kids in rent. And utilities make a killing off of us. Charter basically has a monopoly on cable. Which sucks. My cable bill just went up. I'm calling Monday to get the scoop as to why.
Yeah, I was talking about work, and this Grace Hill training. So instead of having real life training, they give us little flash based presentations for us to watch and take tests on. We have to make a 70 or higher to pass (I've made a 100% on one test, which so happened to show up at the convention for GMH somehow, and my bosses were happy with me about it.) And since we're supposed to be getting this done, oh, I don't know, before Thanksgiving, I've needed to get mine completed for a while now. So I'm finally finished, I'm hoping. If I have to do one more goddamned training module and hear that bitch voice tell me something is wrong on the challenge quiz. I fucking hate that bitch.
So I finally finished that. It took about an hour and a half, just like I thought it would. Then I set up my computer around 7PM and started working on the new writing project stuff with Lincoln. We've got a lot to cover in a very long amount of time to do it in. If anyone's interested in helping us, we're working on creating a universe for some short stories and possibly a book eventually. Hopefully we'll have the Wiki up soon, and that will help a lot. the site is www.whengodsdestroy.org. It was supposed to be whomgodsdestroy, but I am a dumb fuck and registered the wrong name. Fuck it.
Did that until around 11. Started checking brackets out for the NCAA tournament. Fucking hell, it's all messed up now. Nothing is right anymore. I've got the major ones I've picked sort of working. But Syracuse got knocked out, and I had them going to the final four. So that messes up a whole chain of events. I really hate causal chains now that I know what they are.
Shut down the computer at 11:45 anticpating the arrival of my relief so I can come back to my room and sleep. Twelve rolls around, and still no one. 12:30? Where are you? I'd called my boss at 12:10 to let him know what was going on. God love my relief, she fell asleep on the couch fully dressed to come to work. If it wasn't for her, I'd go nuts.
Did I mention there is softcore vampire porn on my television right now? It's nasty. Oh so nasty. Especially the Fabio vampire wanna be. He's just "studly"...
Wow, it's almost three in the morning and I'm still up. Time for sleep.
Night folks.