I quit.
I just couldn't take it anymore. China or no, I need to find a new line of work. I can't handle playing babysitter to everyone's worst side.
Drunks, junkies, and hookers; fuck this.
I put my notice in the night after the shirtless guy covered in blood came to the desk, too stoned out of his mind to tell me what his own name was...again. Third one in a year.
I'm done, stick a fork in me. I try to believe in the inherent good in people. I try to see humanity's future as one of enlightenment and higher consciousness. But night after night of working in hotels shows me just how wrong I am. People suck to the core, and we're only a couple generations away from following the dinosaurs.
We're screwed, and we have nobody to blame but ourselves. Don't beleive me? Try working in any part of the Service industry and you'll understand everything.
In the meantime, I've learned my lesson and I don't plan on making this mistake again. I don't care if I have to start contract killing nuns for the Chinese Government. I would rather do that than ever work in a hotel again.
Is it a bad idea to try and pet the bomb sniffing dogs?
I've never liked April Fool's Day.
It's not that I don't have a sense of humor. It's more because growing up the short, fat, ugly kid in school that preferred the latest Xanth novel over football, usually meant you were the butt of all jokes. And when the funniest jokes these jackasses can think of usually involves hitting you in the head with something, you begin to dread these jokes. And when April 1st means that, for a full day, you can expect about triple the number of these great moments of comedic genius, you really start to dread April 1st.
I've been out of school for many years now, but the dark shadow of dumbass humor still haunts me. No matter where you go in life, you're always going to run into the guy who thinks smashing a beer bottle over your head just before yelling "April Fools!" is the funniest thing in the known universe. When you work in the Hotel Industry, you run into these guys about 6 or 7 times a night.
Now, I enjoy a good joke as much as the next guy. Frogman, Prancer, Hollywood Mike, and even Saint Burton have all conspired with me in some great acts of...uh...prankery.
Let's not even think to forget the kabal of jokers I once shared my High School years with, Project Spam Weasel. April 1st or not, we spent every waking hour conjuring up ways to fuck with the general populace.
So, don't get me wrong. I love pranks. I just can't condone giving license to the unimaginative. It usually ends in pain.
Boysies.
