You gotta wonder wherein loyalty lies

Got called into HR today, following my colleague. He got the axe, I was supposed to get the axe, but for some reason did not. I guess they felt he was more at fault than I was, but I don't feel that either of us were. The guy had been here over 5 years, never missed a day of work, and always bent over backwards for the hotel. The story is that he offered to comp something here at the hotel in exchange for the guy fixing his phone, you know quid pro quo... or at least he didn't mean it that way I'm sure, but thats how it was interpreted.

So throw all that loyalty out the window, forget the fact that he has been a faithful and efficent employee to your company. Just can him because people like that are easily replaced, simply with no effort. Forget the fact that his colleagues looked up to him like a father, or forget the fact that he always was into doing the good that needed to be done, that he would stand up for anyone, and wouldn't do anything malicious to anyone or anything.

There is no loyalty.

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I always find certain ironic misspellings of words humorous. You know, like when someone misspells something in a context that totally makes them look like an ass? 

I was browsing myspace profiles, and someone misspelled pathetic. What made it funny is she was referencing a "pathedic doush" but the first thing I thought was how much of a pathetic douche she must be at 22 years old to not have obtained proper spelling skills. 

Or one time someone wrote "rediculus" in an email to me. Good choice of words, because I was just thinking how ridiculous your spelling skills are.

There was the one time on a car forum where a guy questioned my "entelegence." I couldn't lay off that one. I called him a fuck and that was that.

Maybe we should start thinking about ways to fund our school system, or start shooting unfit parents before they conceive their destined to be dumb forever children.

I gotta wonder what goes through some peoples heads

Yesterday, a squirelly looking egyptian guy came to the concierge desk and asked me to confirm his flight. Sure, I can do this... so I responded, you would like your boarding pass? Dude flips out, starts arguing with me and telling me all the concierges do this when he travels. Keep in mind I still don't know what the fuck he wants. I ask if he wants me to track it? he says no, and repeats that he indeed needs it confirmed, all the while holding his flight confirmation in his hand. Finally he explains that he wants me to call the airline, and confirm that he is booked on the flight. Hey, dickhead, you've got a confirmation in your hand, that means you are confirmed. Not only that, but all this time he is telling us he is flying Lufthansa, whom might I add does not fly out of Phoenix, come to find out its United. Then we find out... here is the good part... his flight is 4 days away. Nice! Even if I wanted to call an airline and say hi, I have a confirmation/receipt for my ticket, but I just wanted to make sure I have a ticket, it was still 4 days off.

His boarding pass was printed off today, and upon handing it to him, he seemed bewildered that it took several days to get. God, I hate international guests. Just don't understand the way things work. When I travel, and realize it doesn't work like home, I'm going to make that adjustment... because I'm not a dick.

So this was a few days ago. He came to visit again tonight, and sure enough was a dickhead again. Dude.... "send my box to my room" is not an appropriate way to describe what you would like done. You and I have already had an issue with you not being able to explain yourself, lets not have another, k? I was smart enough to figure out he had a parcel shipped to the hotel and wanted a bellman to deliver it. So rather than going to the business center (where parcels are received/kept) or the bell desk (who would deliver the parcel) he came to me. Someone he has already had an issue with, whom in his feeble mind has already deemed incompetent, which in my mind is the logical way to get what you want. But I do a nice job, and made sure he got his box. The funny part is, when the bellman arrived with the package, he opened up the door and before saying anything else, asked the bellman "is that it?!"

For someone who travels all around the world to great hotels as you put it, you're a slow learner on how things work. Go back to Egypt mr Hawass.

And that was the second time I saw someone get tazered

The fist time was when I witnessed a drunk driving accident. That was all good and such, because it had nothing to do with where I live. This time, the helicopter was circling above a point less than 100 ft from my front door, screaming at some guy to get on the ground. The cops tazed him, and he got on the ground right quick. 

Probably the most fun thing I've ever watched, I just don't want it going on near where I live.

Red Bull cures the common cold

I was feeling a bit down this morning. Just slightly shitty, you know, a bit better than awful. I popped open a can of Red Bull, not that imitation  stuff, but actual Red Bull. I quickly felt like I had wings. Seriously though, it must have some invigorating healing powers.

1. My nose could actually breathe, it was like I took a decongestant/expectorant.

2. No headache, yeah, just like that it dissapeared.

3. Everything seemed like it was working properly, and I felt better.

I honestly believe Red Bull has the ultimate healing powers.

-j