Hotels Are Stressful

What a morning.

I found out that yet another of our large coffee pots is broken ... that's the third time in about a month and a half. Now we have 1 coffe pot to split between the breakfast room, the lobby, and the meeting room (when it gets rented). As a fantasy/sci-fi-reading skeptic, I'm inclined to believe that magic will not make this work, no matter how bad we want it to. My boss was not interested in buying a new pot the last time this happened, but now he's not going to have a choice.

Extra goodies this morning include both of my shift replacements calling in sick this morning, leaving me without a way out of here at the end of the shift. Here's the funny part: our boss wrote us a nice nasty note on the whiteboard about how we have to answer the phone. He says that if he calls and doesn't get an answer, the person on shift is going to get written up. Irony of ironies, this morning I can't seem to get him to pick up his phone ... hmm.

At least it's not all bad; I'm now officially working for Duncan (Pegasus Books) and Linda (The Bookmark) four days out of the week. My patience has paid off! Unfortunately, I'll have to talk about this a bit more in my next post (perhaps later today).