*Congeals*
So I've discovered there is a specific pace of work that will drive me utterly bat-shit insane. (But Megan, you say, aren't you already crazy? The answer is, well, yes, of course, but I mean in the bad way.) It's not when we're dead, I like that. It's not being slammed, although I'm sure that would send me up the wall as well, just not quite so bad. It's sort of midway between. People would come in two, three at a time, and I'd get their paperwork filled out and handle the payments and get their keys. All well and good. But we don't put the paperwork into the computer right then, we wait. It's faster that way, and more convenient for the guest. The problem was, I'd take care of everyone in the lobby, and start putting stuff in the computer. But people were coming in just fast enough that every time I started trying to do something, someone else would come in. So my paperwork got backed up, so the few lulls I had were spent playing catch up. Did I mention I was by myself today? I didn't get out of there until almost an hour after I was *supposed* to get off, because I was trying to catch up on people who'd decided to come in within ten minutes either side of midnight.
Bah, I'm just blowing off steam and frumping.
Bah, I'm just blowing off steam and frumping.