In love with a soldier
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It's fucking 2:30 am, and I'm still in the middle of it. This local casino, which makes many millions per day, sent special instructions for a guy who was going to get a comp room at our hotel. Well he shows up at 2am, figures. Anyhow, the instructions say he has to give us his comp slip, he says he was told he didn't need one, so the hilarity begins.
I call the casino, get transfered around for a while, then the person wants me to fax the info I have, then more time goes by... and more... finally the guys getting really pissed and the casino is making an epic fucking deal out of a 71.00 dollar room. So I call again, and put the guy on, and he tries his best, and after about 10 minutes of arguing the lady finally agrees that we should "Just get him checked in because he sounds frustrated". No fucking shit Brenda, nice work there Sherlock, it's fucking 2:30 am by now and the guy just wants his room, and you're worth billions so shut the fuck up and just do it.
So he's finally gone, but the situation is just getting going. She needs to do some "research" and has already called me back requesting more info. The games begin at a rediculously late or early time of the day. I guess when your job entails staying up all night, you figure everyone else awake at that hour has infinite patience or something? Fuck, not me. I just got fucked out of the couple measly hours sleep I get at work, and so my day off tomorrow will be sleep with more sleep and I get to do dick with my day.
Thanks brenda, if you were gonna say yes to fucking begin with, why didn't you just authorize it and let it go like 40 fucking minutes ago? Oh gee, the phone is ringing, I wonder who it is at 2:40 am on a god damn Thursday night... she can wait a few rings.... dumb ass. :mfinger:
Edit: So the end has arrived only 48 minutes later, and the end is, "Well we don't know what to do so we'll talk to someone else tomorrow!" TA DA! Weeeeee.... thanks for saving me all that hassle and pissing off this guy who was giving me all kinds of shit for 30 minutes, and thanks for ruining my night at work.
I hate the Casino, I hate dealing with their drunk stupid overly wealthy needy loser customers, I hope the place burns down with no loss of life.
Second Edit: Well she called back again to tell me it was all a big waste of time, and that there was no reason for any of it. Thanks for making me feel better Brenda, I love you. Please, call me again, this time to tell me that it really did mean something, that this hour long relationship is the start of something special, oh please... call me again......
I call the casino, get transfered around for a while, then the person wants me to fax the info I have, then more time goes by... and more... finally the guys getting really pissed and the casino is making an epic fucking deal out of a 71.00 dollar room. So I call again, and put the guy on, and he tries his best, and after about 10 minutes of arguing the lady finally agrees that we should "Just get him checked in because he sounds frustrated". No fucking shit Brenda, nice work there Sherlock, it's fucking 2:30 am by now and the guy just wants his room, and you're worth billions so shut the fuck up and just do it.
So he's finally gone, but the situation is just getting going. She needs to do some "research" and has already called me back requesting more info. The games begin at a rediculously late or early time of the day. I guess when your job entails staying up all night, you figure everyone else awake at that hour has infinite patience or something? Fuck, not me. I just got fucked out of the couple measly hours sleep I get at work, and so my day off tomorrow will be sleep with more sleep and I get to do dick with my day.
Thanks brenda, if you were gonna say yes to fucking begin with, why didn't you just authorize it and let it go like 40 fucking minutes ago? Oh gee, the phone is ringing, I wonder who it is at 2:40 am on a god damn Thursday night... she can wait a few rings.... dumb ass. :mfinger:
Edit: So the end has arrived only 48 minutes later, and the end is, "Well we don't know what to do so we'll talk to someone else tomorrow!" TA DA! Weeeeee.... thanks for saving me all that hassle and pissing off this guy who was giving me all kinds of shit for 30 minutes, and thanks for ruining my night at work.
I hate the Casino, I hate dealing with their drunk stupid overly wealthy needy loser customers, I hope the place burns down with no loss of life.
Second Edit: Well she called back again to tell me it was all a big waste of time, and that there was no reason for any of it. Thanks for making me feel better Brenda, I love you. Please, call me again, this time to tell me that it really did mean something, that this hour long relationship is the start of something special, oh please... call me again......