The Inside, and Tales Of The Travelodge.
Work was crap today. Like, really bad. One of the prisoners came in over two hours late because she had to have a drugs test before she came to work. And I was supposed to be working with her. On a 9-3 shift, working in a pair you're supposed to be able to clean 24 rooms, on your own, it's 13. So I had a list with 24 rooms on, and by 11.30, we'd done FOUR, because Kelly didn't show until after 11. I left her making beds while I went for my lunch. I know there was nothing she could do about it, but seriously.
Added to that, I have never had so many things in one day make me want to throw up. At least you only have to HEAR about it. These are things I had to TOUCH. First of all, the second bathroom I cleaned this morning had a giant hairball in the plughole. I tried to pick it out with a piece of tissue but I couldn't grip it - had to use fingers. And I pulled, and it just KEPT COMING. I want to be sick just thinking about it.
Then later in the afternoon, I picked a SOAKING wet towel out of the bath in order to be able to dry said bath, and what falls out of it? TOENAILS. I KID YOU NOT. And they weren't SMALL toenails, either. Then there was the room that I had to hoover before we could even make the bed, because there was no floorspace to even kneel - hair ALL OVER the carpet, toffee STUCK to the carpet, I think they'd dropped crackers all over the floor and then JUMPED ON THEM, and also pulled the sofa bed out of the way, spinkled crumbs all over the floor and the pushed the sofa back on top, because there's just no other explanation, wtf? I hate my job.
Except I don't. The place itself is great, and the people (for the most part - even the prisoners are great), and ... yeah. But there are some days that make you go, wtf, why do I *do* this? I didn't get out until after four, but my boss had bought us all Easter eggs like she always does, yay, AND it was double pay today because it's a bank holiday! I don't have a day off until Monday, and then I'm going to the football, and working Tuesday. Wednesday is my next real day off. When am I supposed to find time to work on my dissertation, SUSAN? *eyes boss* I fall asleep whenever I get in! She's only going to put me in for four days next week though, which is good.
Okay, moving on. I was watching last week's ITV4 episode of The Inside earlier, to get caught up for the last episode which is on now (was going to watch it, but Mam wanted to watch the Manchester Passion on BBC3 so I agreed to download it, sigh), and just. Heh. I mean, I already knew it was the ultimate BtVS/AtS/Firefly referencing machine (Hi Adam Baldwin! Wolfram Security! Etc!) but tonight they surpassed themselves. They were looking for the makeup studio who did some zombie makeup for a low budget film, and when they got to the warehouse, it was Almost Human! Adam Baldwin actually uttered the words "Run by some guy called Rob Hall." I almost died. I mean, AH do the makeup on The Inside also, but that in itself is thanks to the aforementioned shows! And like. The movie they were referencing and showed a clip of in order to match the makeup was an actual movie that AH did the makeup for! And... I'm explaining it badly but it was so cool!
And Keith Szarabajka was in it, too. He was fucking creepy.
*listens to football* Seriously, Sunderland. Come the fuck on and LOSE already. I love you, you're my team, but you are SHIT. And if you don't win tonight, we are relegated, which means that the Mags (*waves at fallen_wiccan and various other people...*) won't have the joy of relegating us when they play us on Monday. Which would be basically the worst thing ever.
Added to that, I have never had so many things in one day make me want to throw up. At least you only have to HEAR about it. These are things I had to TOUCH. First of all, the second bathroom I cleaned this morning had a giant hairball in the plughole. I tried to pick it out with a piece of tissue but I couldn't grip it - had to use fingers. And I pulled, and it just KEPT COMING. I want to be sick just thinking about it.
Then later in the afternoon, I picked a SOAKING wet towel out of the bath in order to be able to dry said bath, and what falls out of it? TOENAILS. I KID YOU NOT. And they weren't SMALL toenails, either. Then there was the room that I had to hoover before we could even make the bed, because there was no floorspace to even kneel - hair ALL OVER the carpet, toffee STUCK to the carpet, I think they'd dropped crackers all over the floor and then JUMPED ON THEM, and also pulled the sofa bed out of the way, spinkled crumbs all over the floor and the pushed the sofa back on top, because there's just no other explanation, wtf? I hate my job.
Except I don't. The place itself is great, and the people (for the most part - even the prisoners are great), and ... yeah. But there are some days that make you go, wtf, why do I *do* this? I didn't get out until after four, but my boss had bought us all Easter eggs like she always does, yay, AND it was double pay today because it's a bank holiday! I don't have a day off until Monday, and then I'm going to the football, and working Tuesday. Wednesday is my next real day off. When am I supposed to find time to work on my dissertation, SUSAN? *eyes boss* I fall asleep whenever I get in! She's only going to put me in for four days next week though, which is good.
Okay, moving on. I was watching last week's ITV4 episode of The Inside earlier, to get caught up for the last episode which is on now (was going to watch it, but Mam wanted to watch the Manchester Passion on BBC3 so I agreed to download it, sigh), and just. Heh. I mean, I already knew it was the ultimate BtVS/AtS/Firefly referencing machine (Hi Adam Baldwin! Wolfram Security! Etc!) but tonight they surpassed themselves. They were looking for the makeup studio who did some zombie makeup for a low budget film, and when they got to the warehouse, it was Almost Human! Adam Baldwin actually uttered the words "Run by some guy called Rob Hall." I almost died. I mean, AH do the makeup on The Inside also, but that in itself is thanks to the aforementioned shows! And like. The movie they were referencing and showed a clip of in order to match the makeup was an actual movie that AH did the makeup for! And... I'm explaining it badly but it was so cool!
And Keith Szarabajka was in it, too. He was fucking creepy.
*listens to football* Seriously, Sunderland. Come the fuck on and LOSE already. I love you, you're my team, but you are SHIT. And if you don't win tonight, we are relegated, which means that the Mags (*waves at fallen_wiccan and various other people...*) won't have the joy of relegating us when they play us on Monday. Which would be basically the worst thing ever.