Tonight Shortie talked me into going out to watch the fireworks at Emerald Downs. This is the horse race track here locally. Now as we didn't want to actually go into the place, we went to the grocery store across from it. Well, not directly across from it but with a really good view. Apparently everyone comes to see the fireworks on the 3rd out here by the track. And they are all over the city of Auburn. Maybe not all over the city, but within viewing range of the track.
So we get to the grocery store parking lot where she goes every year with her friends to see the show, I was amazed (I don't know why it amazes me anymore) at how many kids were running around this parking lot without parental supervision. Now this parking lot is not closed off to traffic, nor is it on a road never used. Its actually off of one of the main streets that is incredibly busy. We saw a child about 5 or 6 damn near go into the road while traffic goes by at 45mph. WTF? Do you not want your kid to make it through the night? People lighting off fireworks in the parking lot and throwing them at people. Do you NOT know that the city of Auburn has a fireworks ban? Really? Of course, several of these came really close to several of the cars. Thank god we parked at the end where they weren't setting stuff off, as I might be in jail for decking some idiot who sent one near my vehicle.
Oh. It gets better. One of Shortie's friends made it to the show. So we gave her a ride back to her place, which wasn't far, but she was recovering from a cold and it was chilly and dark out. After dropping her off we start down the road and what do we see? A couple of adults with a little kid went running across the road. Did I mention they were all wearing dark clothes? Did I also mention that there was the crosswalk just on the other side of the build they were behind? WTF? Then as we approach that really busy road I mentioned earlier, some little kid (around 4 or 5yo) jumped off the sidewalk into the street. Thank god I saw the kid when I did and I wasn't farther up the road, or it would've been a really bad situation. That would've been horrible. Of course, the parents would've sued even though they weren't paying any attention to this little one at almost 11pm. Its dark out. Watch your f-ing kids. Some of us don't want to be responsible for hurting them, or god forbid, killing them. Shortie wanted to jump out of the car to confront them, but she just settled on a rant about how some people just shouldn't breed.
Ok, I'm not a perfect parent. I've never claimed to be one. But my kids grew up knowing not to run in the street, and to hold an adults hand while out in public. They do get embarrassed about that now that they are 18 and 19. Ok, I really don't make them hold my hand anymore, they'd give me cooties at this point anyway. When they were little, I taught all three to "touch" the car while I was getting them into it. As there was usually one or more of them needing to get into car/booster seats, I'd put the littlest one at the time in first, then the rest. Well, its kinda hard to put one in the car and hold onto the other one. They knew that if they moved their hand off the car they were in big trouble. It worked.
People watch your kids. You brought them into the world. Don't let someone accidentally take them out of it. If you want to be stupid, YOU run into the road and I'd be more than willing to hit you as you are worth points.
Wednesday, July 4, 2012
Tuesday, July 3, 2012
We don't tan, we rust...
As a lifetime resident of the lovely state of Washington, you'd think I'd be used to the rain, well I am used to it. I'm even used to it when we probably shouldn't have it. Like right now. Its July 3rd at 4am (I know, I'm a vampire) and its pouring. Really flipping, pouring. Stickers, the dipshit kitteh, just came running thru the apartment meowing in fear because she was in my bedroom window and the wind caused the rain to hit her. The window is partially open, its not really been warm enough for any length of time to need it open, but I like the fresh air and the window is a bitch to move so there it stays.
Everyone thinks it rains all the time in Washington, Seattle in particular. Some years it does, some years it doesn't. This is one of those years apparently. I passed a boat on the 405 coming home tonight that was loaded with animals, lots of them. Not sure where they were headed, but it looked like they were having fun. Unlike the semi going UP the 405, with no traffic in front of them, with their brake lights on. At least it looked like their brake lights, they were brighter than the normal running lights, and EVERYBODY (the two other cars in front of me) had to SLOW down before they could pass this dude. And what do we all see? No one. That's right. Not a single damned car or truck in this guys way. Now if it were a downhill stretch I could understand. But UP the hill? Really? I have friends who drive the big rigs, and I'm not 100% positive, but pretty sure that if they are going up a hill at 1am with no traffic in front of them (did I mention they were doing 45mph?), they wouldn't have their brakes on whilst going up the f-ing hill. No, they weren't even exiting, which was my first original guess when I saw the bright lights WAY ahead of me. Its amazing how quickly you can catch somepeople with your cruise control set to 63ish. Ok, it says 65 but the needle reads 2mph more than the speed readers you see all over the roads these days, so I just go to 65 and hit the set button.
The funny part about this "summer" is the fact that the weather was better in the first part of June. Which was very good as we had a graduation and a grad party that was primarily outside. The ceremony wasn't, that was held in the Tacoma Dome, but the wonderful game of 'finding all the relatives and your child after' was outside, as was the party the next day.
Rain. Gotta love it though. I mean, where else can you rust instead of tan? Wait, that could be the new state motto. Welcome to Washington. We don't tan, we rust. But the ducks are happy as hell. No not the Oregon variety, the feathered ones you can feed at the lake. Now, were in the hell is the lifeboat? Well, I am on the 3rd floor so maybe I won't need it tonight.
Everyone thinks it rains all the time in Washington, Seattle in particular. Some years it does, some years it doesn't. This is one of those years apparently. I passed a boat on the 405 coming home tonight that was loaded with animals, lots of them. Not sure where they were headed, but it looked like they were having fun. Unlike the semi going UP the 405, with no traffic in front of them, with their brake lights on. At least it looked like their brake lights, they were brighter than the normal running lights, and EVERYBODY (the two other cars in front of me) had to SLOW down before they could pass this dude. And what do we all see? No one. That's right. Not a single damned car or truck in this guys way. Now if it were a downhill stretch I could understand. But UP the hill? Really? I have friends who drive the big rigs, and I'm not 100% positive, but pretty sure that if they are going up a hill at 1am with no traffic in front of them (did I mention they were doing 45mph?), they wouldn't have their brakes on whilst going up the f-ing hill. No, they weren't even exiting, which was my first original guess when I saw the bright lights WAY ahead of me. Its amazing how quickly you can catch somepeople with your cruise control set to 63ish. Ok, it says 65 but the needle reads 2mph more than the speed readers you see all over the roads these days, so I just go to 65 and hit the set button.
The funny part about this "summer" is the fact that the weather was better in the first part of June. Which was very good as we had a graduation and a grad party that was primarily outside. The ceremony wasn't, that was held in the Tacoma Dome, but the wonderful game of 'finding all the relatives and your child after' was outside, as was the party the next day.
Rain. Gotta love it though. I mean, where else can you rust instead of tan? Wait, that could be the new state motto. Welcome to Washington. We don't tan, we rust. But the ducks are happy as hell. No not the Oregon variety, the feathered ones you can feed at the lake. Now, were in the hell is the lifeboat? Well, I am on the 3rd floor so maybe I won't need it tonight.
Sunday, July 1, 2012
So I've finally upgraded...
Well, I've put off upgrading things for as long as I can. I had to get a new phone as my old one decided that it didn't want to stay on during phone calls. I can't believe that it decided to die after almost 6 1/2 years. Aren't they supposed to last longer? Really? Are things that disposable? So I got a smart phone, and I really do like it. I managed to figure out how to hook up the blue tooth and get ringtones all by myself, but when I tried to answer a call it didn't work. I kept pushing the damned green button and it didn't work. So bless Shorties heart, when she came home she called the phone and showed me how to answer it, while rolling her eyes at me of course. WTF? You have to slide the green thingy across the screen? Who the hell thought this thing up? Everything else is just touch and it works. Really? Answering the phone isn't done the same way? Why not? And of course, I couldn't find THAT little bit of info in the instruction manual. But, whatever. It works now. I can answer your phone calls, if I want to that is.
I went to pick up Shortie at work tonight, it is nice that she is working a late shift so I can get her when I'm done and she isn't waiting very long for me. So she decided that she wanted to check out the games I had on the phone. The Flood-It frustrated her and instead of getting hooked on it (like I am) she turned that one off and went in search of something more her taste. Bejeweled was her first choice. She discovered that some apps are a pain to put on the phone, in that when you go play them or open them, you sometimes have to do all this other garbly-goop (real word I promise) to get to the damned game. I found her a really cool version of the game, and as long as I can keep the phone away from her, I might even get to play it myself. Jeez, some people's kids. Wait, she's mine. Damn. Guess I'm going to have to share.
The second upgrade I've had to do in the last two weeks is to upgrade the cable. Now this wasn't really my choice, we used to get our cable thru the apartment complex and it was part of the rent. They, however, decided that it was easier for the tenants to deal with it on their own. Not a really big deal, but as its not bulk anymore, the price is obviously more expensive. I did get a screaming deal for digital though. Amazingly it was cheaper than the expanded basic I had before. I also now have the really cool guide on the tv, so no more tv guide channel or firing up the laptop to find out what is on.
What really amazes me though is how many channels are on infommercials at 4am. Most of you probably aren't up this late, but as a bartender who keeps vampire hours, I'm up until 5am usually. But there are at least 5 more channels I like that are working at this hour. Yay.
And back to sharing new things, I had to fight to get the remote for the cable away from her so I could play with the new toy. Why can't mom get to play with things first? It's not like it's Christmas or birthday's when they get the cool stuff and get to play with them first. It's my toy. Let me play with it, or at least try to figure it out, before you have to show me how to make it work.
I know, I probably should have done these changes a long time ago, but I figure if it ain't broke don't fix it. That and I'm cheap. Why spend money if I don't need too. I mean the more I can save by not upgrading means more M&M's I can buy. Ok, I don't really buy that many M&M's, but you get the point.
Time to go play with the cool remote. Hopefully I'll have at least half of the buttons figured out before she commandeers it again.
Friday, June 29, 2012
False eyelashes look like insects needing to be squashed
So it has been a busy couple of months. Shortie had prom and graduated from high school. The Boy also went to prom with a friend of his. I got him a new suit, which he needed, and shoes to match. It was funny to see pants that were actually too long for him, its hard to do as he's 6'6" or so. Of course, the really fun part was watching him model the thing while he was trying it on. Shortie, thank god, had already gone and found a few dresses to show me. Now don't get me wrong, shopping isn't all that bad. But when she has to try on about 15+ dresses to find one or two or so that she likes it can get boring. Not to mention, that when she finds a really cute one she likes but doesn't fit quite right, she gets frustrated. Not that I blame her, I do the same thing. Which is the reason I don't like to do a lot of shopping.
But back to prom night. She had a few friends over to get ready. I had to feel sorry for both the boy and one of the girls boyfriends as they were surrounded and outnumbered by the girls. I have to give them credit, they didn't run and hide, I almost did though. So we have 3 girls doing hair and make-up in one room, I tried to leave early for work, didn't happen. We got all the hair done. How much hairspray can you use before something blows up? And whatever you do, if you have that many girls in a small room getting ready with that much hairspray, for gods sake, don't use a lighter.
Shortie had bought false eyelashes for prom. I don't know how anyone wears them, I never have. But I have helped Red put them on before. Most people probably wouldn't think they are a big deal to do, but its like trying to get a cat into a bath. Ok, maybe worse. First, you've got to get the damned adhesive on them without getting it all over, that's challenge one. The next challenge is putting them on your lash line without getting them all over your face. Then when you try the second time they don't want to stick, so more adhesive. Now there's too much, and you have to set them down to figure out if it's even worth it to put them on. Now you know why I don't use them. If you are lucky when you put them down they don't curl up on themselves, because when they do, they look like a damned bug. Squish the damn thing. Oh wait, you can't. You've spent money on these damned things.
Is having long eyelashes really that important? My girls think so. I just don't get it. They look nice in the box, and really good when they are being worn. But, why go through that hassle? I can glue my fingers together without fighting to put something on. Oh well. I still don't get it. Maybe its just me, or maybe I just don't want to wear something that I'd rather squish.
At least I didn't have to watch them battle with them. I'd have had to get the broom ready.
But back to prom night. She had a few friends over to get ready. I had to feel sorry for both the boy and one of the girls boyfriends as they were surrounded and outnumbered by the girls. I have to give them credit, they didn't run and hide, I almost did though. So we have 3 girls doing hair and make-up in one room, I tried to leave early for work, didn't happen. We got all the hair done. How much hairspray can you use before something blows up? And whatever you do, if you have that many girls in a small room getting ready with that much hairspray, for gods sake, don't use a lighter.
Shortie had bought false eyelashes for prom. I don't know how anyone wears them, I never have. But I have helped Red put them on before. Most people probably wouldn't think they are a big deal to do, but its like trying to get a cat into a bath. Ok, maybe worse. First, you've got to get the damned adhesive on them without getting it all over, that's challenge one. The next challenge is putting them on your lash line without getting them all over your face. Then when you try the second time they don't want to stick, so more adhesive. Now there's too much, and you have to set them down to figure out if it's even worth it to put them on. Now you know why I don't use them. If you are lucky when you put them down they don't curl up on themselves, because when they do, they look like a damned bug. Squish the damn thing. Oh wait, you can't. You've spent money on these damned things.
Is having long eyelashes really that important? My girls think so. I just don't get it. They look nice in the box, and really good when they are being worn. But, why go through that hassle? I can glue my fingers together without fighting to put something on. Oh well. I still don't get it. Maybe its just me, or maybe I just don't want to wear something that I'd rather squish.
At least I didn't have to watch them battle with them. I'd have had to get the broom ready.
Friday, May 11, 2012
Its not the dryer, its the building
So I got good news and bad news on Wednesday. The good news, my dryer isn't broken. The bad news, it cost $120 to tell me that. It's the damn building. Well, the venting for the dryer that is. When I told the maintenance man what it was, I got told "I told you to check the airflow". I did. The dryer's airflow that is. I didn't know I was supposed to figure out the building's vent was clogged.
Jeez. Now I get to have the management come out and fix it. And then tell me that I need to empty the lint trap after each load. I've had this set of machines for the last 22 years, I know this. What do I look like, a blonde? Ok, don't answer that. I know I'm a ditz, but really? I do know about lint traps, I even have a do-hickey to clean it out. Yes, do-hickey is a word, a technical word at that.
I'd go clean out the damn vent if I had a ladder tall enough. Even The Boy, who's around 6'6", standing on a step-stool can't get at it properly. All I want in life is to dry the clothes. Is that really too much to ask? I don't want to have to visit the hell of the laundromat in the next 20+ years if I don't need too. Have I screwed up that much in a past life to torture me that much? Don't answer. Really, don't.
At least I know that the machine is still going strong. I'm just hoping to get at least another 5 years out of it. I don't want to get a new one anytime soon, as even the repair guy said the stuff they sell now doesn't last anything like what I have.
The really funny part about this whole ordeal was the repairman was here first thing. I had scheduled a 8am - 1pm window, and we all know that they usually don't get there first thing. In fact, when it did break last year, the repairman got here around 4pm. So as I didn't want to wait all day, I figured, what the hell book the early time. Yes, the day was full of suprises.
Now all I have to do is to wait for them to fix the building. Laundromat, here I come. I seriously must have screwed up in a past life.
Jeez. Now I get to have the management come out and fix it. And then tell me that I need to empty the lint trap after each load. I've had this set of machines for the last 22 years, I know this. What do I look like, a blonde? Ok, don't answer that. I know I'm a ditz, but really? I do know about lint traps, I even have a do-hickey to clean it out. Yes, do-hickey is a word, a technical word at that.
I'd go clean out the damn vent if I had a ladder tall enough. Even The Boy, who's around 6'6", standing on a step-stool can't get at it properly. All I want in life is to dry the clothes. Is that really too much to ask? I don't want to have to visit the hell of the laundromat in the next 20+ years if I don't need too. Have I screwed up that much in a past life to torture me that much? Don't answer. Really, don't.
At least I know that the machine is still going strong. I'm just hoping to get at least another 5 years out of it. I don't want to get a new one anytime soon, as even the repair guy said the stuff they sell now doesn't last anything like what I have.
The really funny part about this whole ordeal was the repairman was here first thing. I had scheduled a 8am - 1pm window, and we all know that they usually don't get there first thing. In fact, when it did break last year, the repairman got here around 4pm. So as I didn't want to wait all day, I figured, what the hell book the early time. Yes, the day was full of suprises.
Now all I have to do is to wait for them to fix the building. Laundromat, here I come. I seriously must have screwed up in a past life.
Monday, May 7, 2012
Laundromats and other places in hell
I hate going to laundromats. The only time I'd go to them is if I couldn't get a sleeping bag into my washing machine, luckily they fit. And since I have a queen size bed I can get the comforters in there too. But the dryer decided to act up and not work. It just wouldn't dry anything. So I scheduled an appointment for today. Then on Friday, Shortie had moved it out from the wall. And voila, it dries again. Now it takes two cycles, but her clothes got dry. So I cancelled said appointment. Then on Saturday I decided to do a load for me. I checked the clothes after the second cycle, and guess what? Still damp and not even warm. Rescheduled, but I couldn't get an appointment until Wednesday. No big deal, I'll just go to the laundromat down the road.
Now the adventure starts.....
Since it has been years since I've been in one, they have put in all front loading machines. Ok, no big deal as they used to have a couple of front loaders for the really big stuff like king size comforters and sleeping bags. Now they have three sizes of them. The small, which is for 20lb loads. The medium for 50lb loads. And the large, which does 75lb loads. Ok, which leads me to my first problem. How the hell do you figure out the poundage of a load of laundry? There's no scale. Do you just guesstimate the weight? Do you insert a small annoying child into the machine to see if they'll fit, and then use that to gauge your laundry?
So I just decided to use two small and two medium machines. Now here comes the fun part. On the front of the machine they list what you put into what spot on the top of the machine. Ok, makes sense until you see the labels the laundromat put on the machines. Do they match the diagrams on the front? No, that'd be too easy. So I followed the instructions on the front, and then decided to just add more soap to the spot the top of the machine said. I wanted to make sure it got to the clothes as that was the whole point of this adventure to hell.
Next you have to pay for these to start. Ok. Who remembers when it was $.75 or $1.00 to run a load? Now, its $2.50 for a small, $4.25 for a medium, and $6.50 for the jumbo ones. Jeez, how can anyone afford to go there on a regular basis. Not to mention to run the dryers for an hour was $2.50. So three dryers and 4 washers was a lovely $21. If I have to replace my dryer, I figure that it will pay for itself in trips missed in around 15 - 20 visits to hell.
So now I sit and wait. And wonder why my washers aren't as sudsy as the other machines. Did I get the bad machines? Did I screw up the soap? Ok, that was a possibility, but still . Now comes the fun part, running between the machines to see how much longer its going to take. Everything looks smooth except the one with the bleach load in it. It keeps telling me 23 more minutes. WTF? Is this one broken? And as it looked like it was going to take forever I started two dryers. Yes, I took that much with me. I figured if I was going, might as well do it all and get it over with. But of course, that machine stopped right after I started the second dryer. Damn, more money.
But as the machine that had the darks in it had the coolest thing happen. Yes, it didn't take much to entertain me this afternoon. Shortie has this hoodie that is black with hot pink and white reflective things on it. For whatever reason, it happened to flatten itself against the front door of the machine. When it started spinning it was this really cool pink blur just spinning around. So of course, out comes the camera phone. People were looking at me like I was some tourist on my first trip to Disneyland.
Yup cool looking. Cheap entertainment, sort of.
That was just one part of hell. The another part was the kids. Now I know kids will be kids, but really? Running, screaming, opening all the machine doors? I wonder how many I could've fit in one of the big dryers? How long does a child cycle need to run for? Just kidding, sort of. The thought did cross my mind about a dozen times.
Then there were the people who choose to use the dryers right next to yours. Which would be no big deal, except that they watched mine stop and then proceeded to stand in front of them to put their clothes in. Did you not see that the rest of the row was empty? You could've gone just one more over and not imposed on someone else. Or do I not understand the etiquette of the hell called the laundromat.
I hope my dryer gets fixed. I really don't want to buy a new one, but I will if it will save me from having to go back to that hell.
Now the adventure starts.....
Since it has been years since I've been in one, they have put in all front loading machines. Ok, no big deal as they used to have a couple of front loaders for the really big stuff like king size comforters and sleeping bags. Now they have three sizes of them. The small, which is for 20lb loads. The medium for 50lb loads. And the large, which does 75lb loads. Ok, which leads me to my first problem. How the hell do you figure out the poundage of a load of laundry? There's no scale. Do you just guesstimate the weight? Do you insert a small annoying child into the machine to see if they'll fit, and then use that to gauge your laundry?
So I just decided to use two small and two medium machines. Now here comes the fun part. On the front of the machine they list what you put into what spot on the top of the machine. Ok, makes sense until you see the labels the laundromat put on the machines. Do they match the diagrams on the front? No, that'd be too easy. So I followed the instructions on the front, and then decided to just add more soap to the spot the top of the machine said. I wanted to make sure it got to the clothes as that was the whole point of this adventure to hell.
Next you have to pay for these to start. Ok. Who remembers when it was $.75 or $1.00 to run a load? Now, its $2.50 for a small, $4.25 for a medium, and $6.50 for the jumbo ones. Jeez, how can anyone afford to go there on a regular basis. Not to mention to run the dryers for an hour was $2.50. So three dryers and 4 washers was a lovely $21. If I have to replace my dryer, I figure that it will pay for itself in trips missed in around 15 - 20 visits to hell.
So now I sit and wait. And wonder why my washers aren't as sudsy as the other machines. Did I get the bad machines? Did I screw up the soap? Ok, that was a possibility, but still . Now comes the fun part, running between the machines to see how much longer its going to take. Everything looks smooth except the one with the bleach load in it. It keeps telling me 23 more minutes. WTF? Is this one broken? And as it looked like it was going to take forever I started two dryers. Yes, I took that much with me. I figured if I was going, might as well do it all and get it over with. But of course, that machine stopped right after I started the second dryer. Damn, more money.
But as the machine that had the darks in it had the coolest thing happen. Yes, it didn't take much to entertain me this afternoon. Shortie has this hoodie that is black with hot pink and white reflective things on it. For whatever reason, it happened to flatten itself against the front door of the machine. When it started spinning it was this really cool pink blur just spinning around. So of course, out comes the camera phone. People were looking at me like I was some tourist on my first trip to Disneyland.
Yup cool looking. Cheap entertainment, sort of.
That was just one part of hell. The another part was the kids. Now I know kids will be kids, but really? Running, screaming, opening all the machine doors? I wonder how many I could've fit in one of the big dryers? How long does a child cycle need to run for? Just kidding, sort of. The thought did cross my mind about a dozen times.
Then there were the people who choose to use the dryers right next to yours. Which would be no big deal, except that they watched mine stop and then proceeded to stand in front of them to put their clothes in. Did you not see that the rest of the row was empty? You could've gone just one more over and not imposed on someone else. Or do I not understand the etiquette of the hell called the laundromat.
I hope my dryer gets fixed. I really don't want to buy a new one, but I will if it will save me from having to go back to that hell.
Sunday, May 6, 2012
Don't leave your 7yo in your hotel room...
So on Friday I get a call from the front desk about a situation. Remember how I hate the words "we have a situation"? Well this little girl called the front desk that her mom had left and hasn't come back yet. This is also a mom who hadn't paid to stay another night and was supposed to check out at noon, and now its 7pm.
Of course we are slammed in the restaurant. Its usually not slow on days they need me to play manager. But as the supervisor on duty, that's what I am. So I had to leave the floor to my server, who thank god was working that day as we were so busy, and go to the room. This poor little girl was hysterical. When I got there, I introduced myself to her so she would open the door. I told her that she could wait for mom in the restaurant with me until she got back. I also introduced her to the front desk staff so she would also know them.
Because the mom hadn't paid, her key didn't work, and the little girl was supposed to be there to let her in through the window. Like we were going to let that happen. Thankfully she calmed down once we left the room. What kinda of idiot leaves a 7 year old in the room? On our way to the restaurant, guess who had just come back into the hotel with her other little one? Yup, the mom of the year. I so wanted to read her the riot act right there, but I didn't want to upset the girl.
So back to work I go. Checked on things. Everything in the restaurant was ok, so I went for a walk around the building to smoke and to make sure that thislady dumb bitch didn't break the window to get back in. So guess what I saw? Yup, the littlest one (the one she took with her) heading out to the parking lot and the bitch was outside of the room. I went in and got backup so that I could figure out what she was doing now. On the phone trying to find money to pay for the room. Now we get the song and dance about how she works nights and had overslept. Did she leave the girls alone at night? WTF? I'm thinking that maybe she was a working girl doing outcalls, but I don't know. And I really don't care if girls are working or not, just don't leave your kids alone. Use your nightly income to pay for a sitter.
Now she did ask us if the older one could go get her coat out of the room. We weren't going to let her get cold outside, so we let her in to get it. She also asked if she could get her sisters blanket, so we got that too. But I drew the line at letting her get her mommy's computer. Not going to get the most expensive items out of the room so she could skip. I did have to tell the little one that I didn't want to have it get damaged so we needed to leave it in the room where it was safe.
Thought we were going to have to call the cops on her for both non-payment and child welfare issues. I probably should've, but I didn't want to upset her anymore, the little one that is.
At least the bitch had the common sense, which she obviously doesn't have much of, to bring the girls inside to stay warm while she was trying to find money. Money finally arrived and she got into the room for one more night. However, ran late on checking out in the morning.
I had left instructions for the night auditor to just call the police if she called the front desk about her mom being gone again and to also call me so I could keep the little one calm until they arrived. My phone didn't ring, so either she wasn't working or the girls didn't wake up.
The things that could've happened to this girl because mom wasn't there is just awful to think about. And if she comes back to the hotel, which apparently she's stayed with us a lot before, I'm going to try to keep tabs on the girls. And if she bolts again, the police will be called. I just can't handle people who don't take care of their kids.
You just don't leave little ones by themselves. She was lucky that she wasn't staying at some flea bag, rent by the hour, dump to where who knows who would've showed up. I'm still pissed off. And if I see that bitch again, and the girls aren't with her, I'm so going to lay into her. It'd be worth the write-up from the boss.
My god, kids disappear in situations where they are left alone. Just last fall there was a little boy, a toddler, who disappeared when the mom left him in the car while she took the older girl with her to get "gas". No one has seen him since. I almost wonder if that bitch was related to the bitch from Friday. Can you say Kaylee Anthony in the missing toddlers case? And that woman hasn't even talked to the police since the first report of him being missing. And this bitch from Friday put her little girl into a compromising position as well.
My god. I can't even give mine away, of course they aren't cute and little anymore, but The Boy can change a light bulb without a step-stool. He's that tall. He is for sale or rent to own, however, who ever takes him cannot return him. Sorry no returns.
So listen people. Don't leave your kids unattended. Just don't do it. Nope. Not at all. Never. Or you just might hear the riot act from me.
Of course we are slammed in the restaurant. Its usually not slow on days they need me to play manager. But as the supervisor on duty, that's what I am. So I had to leave the floor to my server, who thank god was working that day as we were so busy, and go to the room. This poor little girl was hysterical. When I got there, I introduced myself to her so she would open the door. I told her that she could wait for mom in the restaurant with me until she got back. I also introduced her to the front desk staff so she would also know them.
Because the mom hadn't paid, her key didn't work, and the little girl was supposed to be there to let her in through the window. Like we were going to let that happen. Thankfully she calmed down once we left the room. What kinda of idiot leaves a 7 year old in the room? On our way to the restaurant, guess who had just come back into the hotel with her other little one? Yup, the mom of the year. I so wanted to read her the riot act right there, but I didn't want to upset the girl.
So back to work I go. Checked on things. Everything in the restaurant was ok, so I went for a walk around the building to smoke and to make sure that this
Now she did ask us if the older one could go get her coat out of the room. We weren't going to let her get cold outside, so we let her in to get it. She also asked if she could get her sisters blanket, so we got that too. But I drew the line at letting her get her mommy's computer. Not going to get the most expensive items out of the room so she could skip. I did have to tell the little one that I didn't want to have it get damaged so we needed to leave it in the room where it was safe.
Thought we were going to have to call the cops on her for both non-payment and child welfare issues. I probably should've, but I didn't want to upset her anymore, the little one that is.
At least the bitch had the common sense, which she obviously doesn't have much of, to bring the girls inside to stay warm while she was trying to find money. Money finally arrived and she got into the room for one more night. However, ran late on checking out in the morning.
I had left instructions for the night auditor to just call the police if she called the front desk about her mom being gone again and to also call me so I could keep the little one calm until they arrived. My phone didn't ring, so either she wasn't working or the girls didn't wake up.
The things that could've happened to this girl because mom wasn't there is just awful to think about. And if she comes back to the hotel, which apparently she's stayed with us a lot before, I'm going to try to keep tabs on the girls. And if she bolts again, the police will be called. I just can't handle people who don't take care of their kids.
You just don't leave little ones by themselves. She was lucky that she wasn't staying at some flea bag, rent by the hour, dump to where who knows who would've showed up. I'm still pissed off. And if I see that bitch again, and the girls aren't with her, I'm so going to lay into her. It'd be worth the write-up from the boss.
My god, kids disappear in situations where they are left alone. Just last fall there was a little boy, a toddler, who disappeared when the mom left him in the car while she took the older girl with her to get "gas". No one has seen him since. I almost wonder if that bitch was related to the bitch from Friday. Can you say Kaylee Anthony in the missing toddlers case? And that woman hasn't even talked to the police since the first report of him being missing. And this bitch from Friday put her little girl into a compromising position as well.
My god. I can't even give mine away, of course they aren't cute and little anymore, but The Boy can change a light bulb without a step-stool. He's that tall. He is for sale or rent to own, however, who ever takes him cannot return him. Sorry no returns.
So listen people. Don't leave your kids unattended. Just don't do it. Nope. Not at all. Never. Or you just might hear the riot act from me.
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