Just my thoughts.

I have a day off, Just from work... I still have to go to the old place and pack crap up.

One day off, Sunday only.

Wow.

I hope my bank card has been delivered, I'll find out tomorrow. If it has been, I will buy a wireless what-not for my Computron, and I'll buy some spray paint for a mirror frame, and LP case.

If my bank card has not been delivered I will crap my fucking pants in anger.

So this job of mine, pretty much makes me want to kill myself. It also makes my feet, toes, knees, back, and neck hurt. Literally pain comes from those places! It comes with the force of an extinct Buffalo!

I love helping people, and being polite, I'm all about it.

BUT.

The building the hotel is in, its making it gnarly hard for any guest to be happy. From a/c's not working, to us not having an operating pool unlike what the website says. Another complaint is the loudness of the bus depot across the street, or how pussies feel unsafe at night. Ummm, also some of the pipes are reversed. Cold water lever is Hot water, and vise versa.

Oh remember up there where I was saying stuff about what I would do if my bank card came in? Well, another thing is I would buy another dress shirt, and I want a red tie.

Alright, I'm just rambling on now.

Bye bye.