Precious Princess Must Die
Those who know me, and some of you who are getting to know me, know I tend to be pretty positive. So, when I say tonight's been total crap.. It's been crap.
Found out that the kitty that we've been trying to get back to healthy is losing the fight. There may be growth in the area of his ear/jaw/throat and it's making it very hard for him to eat. I won't let my kitty starve to death, so.. We're kinda giving it the weekend to see if we can bring it back down with antibiotics and prednasone, but we're not holding out much hope.
Holding that up as a frame, listen to what happened to me at work. We have ROTC drill teams in house. For anyone who isn't familiar ROTC stands for Reserve Officers Training Corp. One group is Army and one is I think Marines/Navy. These are Highschool kids.
Tonight one of them called down freaking out because there were "roaches everywhere. Roaches all in the bed." As a hotel worker, it is my job to make sure to fix that sort of thing, but here's the rub... No other rooms are having that problem. Anyone who's had roaches knows that there is never just one room with roaches. But I don't argue, I just look for a room. All I have in my system is a room with one bed (There are 4 girls in the room) and one room that's listed as dirty. If I didn't have Precious Princess yammering at me like the world was on fire, I might have had time to organize my thoughts. I was able to figure out that no one had checked out of dirty room today, and therefore it should be clean. Before I can get a key to go check, Precious Princess's Daddykin's calls to start yelling at me. I begin to lose it. Most days I can deal with screaming Guest Daddies. Today.. not so much. I ended up calling my manager to come in and help me. He was resistant until I started hickupping and sniffsobbing. Then he realized I actually needed help. I explained the cat situation. He got out of bed, and came in. So, kudos for that.
I check the dirty room. It's clean. I curse house keeping as a foul and loathsome pack of dirty no account bitches who should be grateful for employment. I go back down to meet with the manager and explain we can fix this for at least one night. I call Daddykins to share the good news. He decides to yell at me some more. I resist telling him that right now I'm thinking of going upstairs and straight knifing his Precious Princess, and hanging her off a balcony by her entrails, like that scene from Hannibal. I might even eat her a little bit. Nom nom nom. Screeching Mommykins gets on the phone to tell me that you can't kill roaches in one day, and she's thinking of flying down to rescue her lil Precious Princess.
Reminder... Reserve Officers Training Corps.
I finally say, "Ma'am, I can't argue with you. I haven't even seen the room. I'm not denying that your daughter saw something. I just don't know what yet." She tells me that her kid knows what a roach looks like. Fine and dandy, but did you ever think your Precious Princess might be a weee touch dramatic? Like.. I dunno.. HER STUPID FUCKING CODDLING PARENTS?
The manager and I go up with keys. We find the Drill Instructor in front of the door. We gain access to the room. The other girls seem a mix of perplexed and exasperated. Precious Princess points out two creatures. Two dying Palmetto Bugs. For those who are unfamiliar, a wiki on the American Cockroach. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/American_cockroach Please to note that while these are members of the roach family, their favored habitats are typically not hotel rooms. Or even houses. And neither were in the bed. One was under a bed, the other in a small corner of the side table. As Hoteliers we understand that this can be distressing, but these are not German Cockroaches. They don't infest. They fly in when someone leaves a door open. But, ok. We get the situation under control. They are moved rooms for the night with the promise of a thorough cleaning and spraying in the morning. We leave the explaining the mechanics of staying anywhere in Florida to the Drill Instructor, who looks unhappy with all this drama.
Once I finally was able to catch a breath, that's when it began to sink in... ROTC... That means that at least in theory, Precious Princess is thinking about a military career. All I can say is PP better not cross my path if I am off the clock, or else I'm going to gleefully tell her about fucking Camel Spiders. And how they are going to run along side her jeep, roll around in her pretty hair, and jump up and eat her fucking face. Seriously bitch.. if you can't squish your own cockroach, you better stay the hell out of the military.
Found out that the kitty that we've been trying to get back to healthy is losing the fight. There may be growth in the area of his ear/jaw/throat and it's making it very hard for him to eat. I won't let my kitty starve to death, so.. We're kinda giving it the weekend to see if we can bring it back down with antibiotics and prednasone, but we're not holding out much hope.
Holding that up as a frame, listen to what happened to me at work. We have ROTC drill teams in house. For anyone who isn't familiar ROTC stands for Reserve Officers Training Corp. One group is Army and one is I think Marines/Navy. These are Highschool kids.
Tonight one of them called down freaking out because there were "roaches everywhere. Roaches all in the bed." As a hotel worker, it is my job to make sure to fix that sort of thing, but here's the rub... No other rooms are having that problem. Anyone who's had roaches knows that there is never just one room with roaches. But I don't argue, I just look for a room. All I have in my system is a room with one bed (There are 4 girls in the room) and one room that's listed as dirty. If I didn't have Precious Princess yammering at me like the world was on fire, I might have had time to organize my thoughts. I was able to figure out that no one had checked out of dirty room today, and therefore it should be clean. Before I can get a key to go check, Precious Princess's Daddykin's calls to start yelling at me. I begin to lose it. Most days I can deal with screaming Guest Daddies. Today.. not so much. I ended up calling my manager to come in and help me. He was resistant until I started hickupping and sniffsobbing. Then he realized I actually needed help. I explained the cat situation. He got out of bed, and came in. So, kudos for that.
I check the dirty room. It's clean. I curse house keeping as a foul and loathsome pack of dirty no account bitches who should be grateful for employment. I go back down to meet with the manager and explain we can fix this for at least one night. I call Daddykins to share the good news. He decides to yell at me some more. I resist telling him that right now I'm thinking of going upstairs and straight knifing his Precious Princess, and hanging her off a balcony by her entrails, like that scene from Hannibal. I might even eat her a little bit. Nom nom nom. Screeching Mommykins gets on the phone to tell me that you can't kill roaches in one day, and she's thinking of flying down to rescue her lil Precious Princess.
Reminder... Reserve Officers Training Corps.
I finally say, "Ma'am, I can't argue with you. I haven't even seen the room. I'm not denying that your daughter saw something. I just don't know what yet." She tells me that her kid knows what a roach looks like. Fine and dandy, but did you ever think your Precious Princess might be a weee touch dramatic? Like.. I dunno.. HER STUPID FUCKING CODDLING PARENTS?
The manager and I go up with keys. We find the Drill Instructor in front of the door. We gain access to the room. The other girls seem a mix of perplexed and exasperated. Precious Princess points out two creatures. Two dying Palmetto Bugs. For those who are unfamiliar, a wiki on the American Cockroach. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/American_cockroach Please to note that while these are members of the roach family, their favored habitats are typically not hotel rooms. Or even houses. And neither were in the bed. One was under a bed, the other in a small corner of the side table. As Hoteliers we understand that this can be distressing, but these are not German Cockroaches. They don't infest. They fly in when someone leaves a door open. But, ok. We get the situation under control. They are moved rooms for the night with the promise of a thorough cleaning and spraying in the morning. We leave the explaining the mechanics of staying anywhere in Florida to the Drill Instructor, who looks unhappy with all this drama.
Once I finally was able to catch a breath, that's when it began to sink in... ROTC... That means that at least in theory, Precious Princess is thinking about a military career. All I can say is PP better not cross my path if I am off the clock, or else I'm going to gleefully tell her about fucking Camel Spiders. And how they are going to run along side her jeep, roll around in her pretty hair, and jump up and eat her fucking face. Seriously bitch.. if you can't squish your own cockroach, you better stay the hell out of the military.