Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh where to start.
One of the regulars checked in today. A cutie. A solid 6/10. After my shift, I had a few drinks in the bar with a friend of mine. She stopped by. We shot the shit, I introduced her to my friend and she was dropping clearly obvious hints to him. She kept reminding him the fact that she was staying in the hotel and even told him what room she was in. He wouldn't take the hint and has such low self esteem that he wouldn't accept that this chic wanted to fuck him. He wouldn't follow up on her cues or my insistence. I know the next time I see her she's going to ask WTF??!?!?! He's probably logged on here jerking off. I hope he reads this. Idiot.
After my buddy completely cut his own balls off, we went out with a few of the staff from the on-site restaurant. All they do is talk about work. Complain and pretend they told off all these guests when we all know they bitched up and didn't say shit. Why...after punching out of your shitty job would you want to go out and continue talking about it??? Have fun. Let loose. Do anything but bitch about work. Who does that?? I guess I kind of am, but you know what I'm saying.
Also, cutting the lawn. The one chore I despise.