Radiogurl a la Carte

Tuesday, Feb. 06, 2007
Shitty Night

I should really do a little more decorating on my diary, but I frankly don't have time. That's why I'm doing nuttin' but color for the moment. Hopefully I'll put something else up after Valentine's Day.

Today at work was, in a word, hell. I wanted to kick one group of people in their collective asses, except their heads were already too far up that avenue. (Figure that one out for yourself, I'm too tired to make sense right now.)

What is it about some people that they think they absolutely must rip you off, even when they know they're busted? These folks took the cake. They went on and on, rudely and obnoxiously berating us because we wouldn't let them walk away without paying. What's more, they provided verbal examples of how they'd done exactly the same thing elsewhere, talking as if that gave some kind of warped justification for their actions!

My boss finally did reverse the charges and let them go, after which we promptly reported their con to our corporate offices. Next time they show up with any spiffy plans for trouble, the name will pop up with details of their M.O. (I'm working for a chain hotel, so anyone who comes in HAS to give their name and provide ID. The computer scans corporate records to check for matches, so these people just screwed themselves royally.)

If there's any justice at all, they won't even be allowed on the premises anywhere else. At the very least, the report will give ammunition to other locations if and when these jerks strike again.

For what it's worth, I think the only reason my boss let them slide was that we were so @#$%& busy, and she was trying to get these people the heck out of there.

They had righteous indignation down pat, including their twenty-something daughter, who was just a trip unto herself.

It was a little satisfying when one of our other customers came back to me after the fact. She commented that I deserved a medal for not ripping Miss Priss a new one, lol.

MC and I haven't really talked much more about going to Tucson. We both agree that it's a great idea, and we also agree that it's just not feasible right now. So we shall see.

However, I'm to the point of putting Toby the Wonderdog out of our misery by means of wringing his neck. For the past few nights he hasn't let ANYBODY sleep, and I'm getting sick from lack of sleep. I come home from work and he immediately starts whining. I take him out, make sure he's got water, etc., and it's not five minutes until he's at it again. He keeps it up for hours on end. I guess I'm going to have to issue an ultimatum to MC, much as I hate to do that. MC simply won't face the reality of the situation, which is that if this doesn't stop, the both of us are going to end up unable to work. And at that point we're totally screwed.

I will be sticking to the ultimatum. I really don't have a choice any more. Toby isn't well; he wouldn't be whining 24/7 if he were. He is old, stiff and in constant pain. It's time to put him down. MC obviously is incapable of making the decision, so I have to do it, whether or not it's my place to do so. Which means once again I'll probably end up catching shit for doing what I shouldn't have to do, but which was abandoned to my tender mercies.

And at the moment I'm not feeling too tender, thank you very much.

One last note, edited in late. If you don't read anything else tonight, read this article. No, I didn't write it - but my children and I lived it. Just be aware that you'll probably end up crying before you're through.

Before - After

In the grander scheme of things, no soul can truly be replaced. Each one of us has a place in the universal tapestry. We each contribute our own color and texture. When one thread is snipped too soon, it distorts all the threads around it. Other lives can unravel and tear. If the wrong thread is ripped away, the whole fabric of life becomes dangerously fragile.
- LeiLani, aka Radiogurl aka Bright Opal (1957 - )