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My job reached new levels of crazy and hilarity last night when we had a standoff between police, a wheelchair veteran and his wife. Both the wheelchair vet and his wife had been drinking and I heard them arguing in the elevator and he called her a "fucking bitch". Suffice to say, it was really awkward when their elevator stopped at the floor I was on. I was at work from noon until ten thirty and the last 90 minutes was all off the clock and the girls working felt bad so they wrote a note to my boss and I'm getting overtime pay added to my check for those 90 minutes.
I needed a beer after work and Nicole and I went and did DAS BOOT at the 1892 here in town. If you're unfamiliar with the movie Beerfest, DAS BOOT is a liter glass boot full of German beer and you pass around and are not allowed to put it down on the table. In under 50 minutes, Nicole and I drank an entire boot and were hammered to the max. After the bar closed, we ran into my friend Ashley down the street and this random crackhead started calling me a fat ass. This fat motherfucker next to me stepped to him and said, "if this twink is fat what the fuck am I? you see the problem?" The crackhead didn't stop there, he slapped me in the face and I tried to kick him in his face. Unfortunately, his friend showed up and took him away so it was just a bunch of slurs and expletives coming out of my mouth.
To sober up, I gave Nicole a brief tour of Council Bluffs monuments and took her up to my old neighborhood. Our walk finally ended at 3:30 this morning and I came home and passed out, smelling like a sweaty homeless man.
Today, I voluntary went into work on my day off to earn some extra money towards my Chicago trip and I was engulfed in mass groups of pissed off black people and wheelchair vets. I can respect that you went to 'Nam and fought for us involuntarily, and you're legs resemble a pair of overstuffed hackey sacks. But don't fucking run me around like a goddamn dog for shit that the staff nurses can do. This asshole called me up to his room today for more face towels and because the housekeeping staff ducked out early, I had to do it. As I politely handed him 6 fresh towels, he handed me a lump of sopping wet washcloths from his shower. I DO NOT WANT TO TOUCH ANYTHING THAT HAS BEEN NEAR A RANDOM STRANGERS ASS and yet, this veteran thinks it's job to make me touch his soiled laundry. The rest of the complaints were stuff about the hotel not being "handicapped friendly" enough. The shit that comes out of their mouth is ridiculous.
I am working 55 hours this week, I feel ragged. Thank god Chicago is in 5 days.
I needed a beer after work and Nicole and I went and did DAS BOOT at the 1892 here in town. If you're unfamiliar with the movie Beerfest, DAS BOOT is a liter glass boot full of German beer and you pass around and are not allowed to put it down on the table. In under 50 minutes, Nicole and I drank an entire boot and were hammered to the max. After the bar closed, we ran into my friend Ashley down the street and this random crackhead started calling me a fat ass. This fat motherfucker next to me stepped to him and said, "if this twink is fat what the fuck am I? you see the problem?" The crackhead didn't stop there, he slapped me in the face and I tried to kick him in his face. Unfortunately, his friend showed up and took him away so it was just a bunch of slurs and expletives coming out of my mouth.
To sober up, I gave Nicole a brief tour of Council Bluffs monuments and took her up to my old neighborhood. Our walk finally ended at 3:30 this morning and I came home and passed out, smelling like a sweaty homeless man.
Today, I voluntary went into work on my day off to earn some extra money towards my Chicago trip and I was engulfed in mass groups of pissed off black people and wheelchair vets. I can respect that you went to 'Nam and fought for us involuntarily, and you're legs resemble a pair of overstuffed hackey sacks. But don't fucking run me around like a goddamn dog for shit that the staff nurses can do. This asshole called me up to his room today for more face towels and because the housekeeping staff ducked out early, I had to do it. As I politely handed him 6 fresh towels, he handed me a lump of sopping wet washcloths from his shower. I DO NOT WANT TO TOUCH ANYTHING THAT HAS BEEN NEAR A RANDOM STRANGERS ASS and yet, this veteran thinks it's job to make me touch his soiled laundry. The rest of the complaints were stuff about the hotel not being "handicapped friendly" enough. The shit that comes out of their mouth is ridiculous.
I am working 55 hours this week, I feel ragged. Thank god Chicago is in 5 days.