I Don't Really Much About Bob Seger- But I Assure You I Hate Him...
This totally wasted guy at work apparently really really really needs to listen to Bob Seger after hes had too much to drink and can barley talk or stand...but 1.) he was way too drunk to operated the digital music ordering menu on the t.v. and 2.) he probably won't even be able to do it sober anyway (people are natural idiots)...so he was coming out here every ten minutes or so, mumbling and near illegible about how I have to come to his room cause his television doesn't work- and saying things like "I'm from South Dakota, I don't know how these things work"...but I really can't leave the desk to help every annoying boozer thats too wasted to read instructions and operate a remote control- so I keep avoiding helping him (though his room is really close to the front desk- its a matter of principle)...and he keeps yelling from the doorway of his room; and coming out; and I keep telling him to be quite; and that theres no reason your t.v. doesn't work...and he keeps coming out- then he can't even operate the card-key for his room to get back in...so, finally I go and help him order some Bob Seger- walking into a room with three other passed out people...as I'm going through the menu with him he says: "I was in Vietnam, we never had anything like this in Vietnam"; and I think of it outta context, and its sorta funny, but really just depressing...I order him his music and he gives me a six dollar tip...
Two hours go by (please note: the digital music jukebox last two hours)- and hes in front of me again- wondering why it suddenly shut off...I tell him, so he puts more deposit down; fails once again at ordering it himself...I see him stumble out of his room and fall into another guests room door* (fortunately for me- its one of the only empty rooms left tonite); and, having me help him, again, orders the same fucking Bob Sager's Greatest Hits album for him...I'm outta here in about two hours- so I'm hoping I can be gone before hes up here once again- being too drunk to order Bob Seger...
*This is actually sorta what makes it more a matter a principle for me not to help this person out- other than them being really stupid, and it being annoying and inconvenient for me...see, he was a alcoholic, and a lush (obviously)...but whereas when I'm too drunk to function- I (almost always) realize the point where I start annoying and bothering the less drunk/sober people around me...and feel a little bad about running into and breaking things...so I'd be like: 'Oh, sorry, sorry; I'm really drunk; I'm stupid' blablablah, ect....perhaps this is a downfall (noone wants a sad, really apologetic drunk)? Or what separates the truly alcoholic...I'm not talking excuses; backtracking; and not fessing up- I have never utterly excused, and asked people to dismiss anything I've done just because of the mear fact the I was too wasted to remember (just perhaps understand the circumstances...despite my regret- I take responsibility for my stupidity!)...I don't know...I just sometimes realize how little people say "I'm sorry" (and perhaps, take responsibility for themselves/actions/motivs/reasons/whatever/ect.), sober or not...its hard for me too...sorry...
Two hours go by (please note: the digital music jukebox last two hours)- and hes in front of me again- wondering why it suddenly shut off...I tell him, so he puts more deposit down; fails once again at ordering it himself...I see him stumble out of his room and fall into another guests room door* (fortunately for me- its one of the only empty rooms left tonite); and, having me help him, again, orders the same fucking Bob Sager's Greatest Hits album for him...I'm outta here in about two hours- so I'm hoping I can be gone before hes up here once again- being too drunk to order Bob Seger...
*This is actually sorta what makes it more a matter a principle for me not to help this person out- other than them being really stupid, and it being annoying and inconvenient for me...see, he was a alcoholic, and a lush (obviously)...but whereas when I'm too drunk to function- I (almost always) realize the point where I start annoying and bothering the less drunk/sober people around me...and feel a little bad about running into and breaking things...so I'd be like: 'Oh, sorry, sorry; I'm really drunk; I'm stupid' blablablah, ect....perhaps this is a downfall (noone wants a sad, really apologetic drunk)? Or what separates the truly alcoholic...I'm not talking excuses; backtracking; and not fessing up- I have never utterly excused, and asked people to dismiss anything I've done just because of the mear fact the I was too wasted to remember (just perhaps understand the circumstances...despite my regret- I take responsibility for my stupidity!)...I don't know...I just sometimes realize how little people say "I'm sorry" (and perhaps, take responsibility for themselves/actions/motivs/reasons/whatever/ect.), sober or not...its hard for me too...sorry...