‘People Are Strange’ -J Morrison
Ok so I am at work, it’s a little slow. I think people are wanting to sleep in today since its Sunday. Working at a hotel is a little interesting sometimes. the people you meet are so different. My favorite people are the cute little old people who are just so sweet, and so friendly, when they smile it truely brightens my day. Then you have the male workers, a few are nice, but the rest are crude, jerks who think the only way to talk to a female is as if she were stupid and the dirt under their feet. I am sure if they could get away with saying, “Get me a damn beer woman” they would do it. Then they try to weasel cheaper rates out of me. Yeah right you fucker, like I am gunna cut you some slack. You just go ahead and threaten your business to some one else, I’ll sell the room either way. I am just THAT good, lol. Oooooh but my FAVORITE, are the people who find everything about nothing to complain about! Like its one thing after another. Stupid piddly stuff too.I mean the kind of peole that after two or three calls down to the front desk you’re ready to reach through the phone and pull their throat out….When I get like that..I imagine whild lions in Africa preparing dinner on some poor zebra or antelope…mmmmm so appetising…
But really, what makes people so sweet? and the next guy such a big jerk? Or another totally unsatisified with everything when absolutely nothing is wrong? Why can’t every one just be pleasant? I am pleasant to them!…well…except maybe when I am picturing those tigers in Africa…lol I like it when we get people from out of the country. It makes me feel far away. Like from South America…or Holland or England…once we even had some one from Ethiopia..he was a little odd granted..well VERY odd…lol but he was interesting because he wasn’t some redneck from the midwest. I guess thats stereotyping..but I don’t care, I hate it here..I hate how fake people here are…how gossipy..how…back stabing..because thats all they have left to do after farming, sex and getting drunk on Friday and Saturday. I’d love to work in a big city hotel..Like, NYC …or Chicago…Or Miami…or ..or….or…anywhere but here. Well I mean I don’t always want to work in an hotel…Thats not why I am paying out of my butt for college…but until I graduate…its what I’d like to do. I am pretty sure that when I apply to some other colleges on the east coast, I am going to send of resumes to other hotels. I mean I have a lot of experience..and really good references..
In a way I envy the people that are staying here. I mean some are here for funerals and stuff..but the others are just travelers..and even if its a small one…they’re on a vacation from normalcy…from life..they got to get away for a little while. When Frank and I were talking about the things we could do when he was here..I suggested like the first few nights staying in another town. Even if it is 30 minutes away. Its not THIS town, THIS home..this mudane scenery I must encounter day after day. I think he thinks I am being crazy because it would just be cheaper to stay at my house..But I have always thought staying in hotels were exciting. Maybe I AM the strange one afterall..lol