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2002-01-10 - 2:31 p.m. Life In The Fast Lane
Finally, the Rock HAS BOUGHT BANNERS for Agent Grrrr's diary!
Sorry - just finished watching a tape of Sunday's Heat on Channel 4, the only wrestling I can watch without going to my cousins and hijacking his digital TV. Bum. If you don't know who the Rock is (entirely possible, quite frankly) then just read it as a statement that I have bought more banners and they will be the originals this time! Well, maybe...
This is actually the first time online since my last entry, the Thistle doing their normal trick of dragging to work every day of the week. But at least I'm in for a cooshy period now. I have taken today off, having worked on my day off earlier in the week and tomorrow is a big staff party so we all have the day off again. Sweet! This last week has felt really weird for one reason or another. We have a party of about 20 who make up about a quarter of our visitors at the moment. They're all on some two-week training thing, as far as I can work out. However, these people are dumb. No getting around that fact - dumb, dense and remarkably arrogant. Monday & Tuesday, most of them ambled into the bar about 10 minutes before the chefs went home and ordered 10 three-course meals. Understandably, we were not happy and the chefs swore at us, as they have a habit of doing.
When we explained that the chefs were unable to produce their desserts because we stop serving food after 10pm (which they were aware of), they asked us to let them know when 10 arrives because they get so wrapped up in their conversation (as they themselves put it) that they forget what time it is. Now then, does that sound like the responsibility of anybody working at the hotel, let alone bar staff? Only a sadist would agree that that would make sense, as if we hadn't enough to do anyway. I waited until their representative went out of earshot and politely told her to either drop dead or fuck off. Wasn't fussed which.
It amazes why people do this. Sometimes, you get the feeling that (oh, just listening to Gomez for the first time in ages... hmmmm, "Bring It On"...) yeah, you get the feeling that they make you run around just because they want to see you run. There was some stupid bitch last night who ordered a glass of wine and a pint of water when we were fairly busy and I was on my own. I fetched both, she paid for them and then buggered off to her room without touching them! What was the fucking point in that, honestly? Does she think I enjoy having my time wasted or was she delaying me serving one of five people waiting to be served? One of the blokes has also learnt my name, which is the worst thing for a barman because he then feels he can call you over at any time and serve him like he was some sort of celebrity. No. This doesn't work. If you call my name then you know who I am and I know who you are. And I have no wish to know any of these dicks outside the Thistle.
Gee, that went on for quite a bit! Don't get the impression that I hate work at the moment - far from it. Being based at an airport, we have a lot of haulage companies based on site and one of these is called Gemini. Bob is a Gemini pilot and a good friend of mine. He enjoys the banter between me and Rebecca, he tips well and he is never rude, arrogant or nasty to serve. Bob is the kind of guy you don't mind taking room service too and I hate taking room service anywhere. Especially soup if it has to go upstairs. But Bob is good. Bob's also friends with Roy and Andy, the two night porters so the four of us often help ourselves to the bar (it's not theft, I promise! Everyone takes stuff from the bar.) and sit down at the end of the night talking away. Last night, I was trying to explain the rules of cricket to another American pilot (how many friends does this Bob have?) and it is really very difficult! If you've never tried to do this, don't do it unless you can draw plenty of diagrams, you can compare cricket to baseball in some way and you steer well clear of lbw!
It's strange - most people I know don't understand American football but to me, it is an incredibly simple game if you steer clear of all the fucking formations and plays. Watch it and enjoy it. Easy. With cricket or rugby, it helps if you know how to play the game and even then (like with lbw in cricket), there are times when I don't understand why what just happened happened. Mind you, football (soccer, whatever) is piss-easy to understand and I don't get baseball or ice hockey at all. Nope, give me my Dolphins and my Bills. Stick your Pittsburgh Penguins (possibly the best team name anywhere in the world!) and your Detriot Red Wings up your puck!
What have I been talking about? Oh well, I'm off to play Half Life. I'm gonna get past that bloody tentacle thing if it kills me. Which it probably will.
Agent Grrrr
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2002-01-10 - 2:31 p.m. Life In The Fast Lane
Finally, the Rock HAS BOUGHT BANNERS for Agent Grrrr's diary!
Sorry - just finished watching a tape of Sunday's Heat on Channel 4, the only wrestling I can watch without going to my cousins and hijacking his digital TV. Bum. If you don't know who the Rock is (entirely possible, quite frankly) then just read it as a statement that I have bought more banners and they will be the originals this time! Well, maybe...
This is actually the first time online since my last entry, the Thistle doing their normal trick of dragging to work every day of the week. But at least I'm in for a cooshy period now. I have taken today off, having worked on my day off earlier in the week and tomorrow is a big staff party so we all have the day off again. Sweet! This last week has felt really weird for one reason or another. We have a party of about 20 who make up about a quarter of our visitors at the moment. They're all on some two-week training thing, as far as I can work out. However, these people are dumb. No getting around that fact - dumb, dense and remarkably arrogant. Monday & Tuesday, most of them ambled into the bar about 10 minutes before the chefs went home and ordered 10 three-course meals. Understandably, we were not happy and the chefs swore at us, as they have a habit of doing.
When we explained that the chefs were unable to produce their desserts because we stop serving food after 10pm (which they were aware of), they asked us to let them know when 10 arrives because they get so wrapped up in their conversation (as they themselves put it) that they forget what time it is. Now then, does that sound like the responsibility of anybody working at the hotel, let alone bar staff? Only a sadist would agree that that would make sense, as if we hadn't enough to do anyway. I waited until their representative went out of earshot and politely told her to either drop dead or fuck off. Wasn't fussed which.
It amazes why people do this. Sometimes, you get the feeling that (oh, just listening to Gomez for the first time in ages... hmmmm, "Bring It On"...) yeah, you get the feeling that they make you run around just because they want to see you run. There was some stupid bitch last night who ordered a glass of wine and a pint of water when we were fairly busy and I was on my own. I fetched both, she paid for them and then buggered off to her room without touching them! What was the fucking point in that, honestly? Does she think I enjoy having my time wasted or was she delaying me serving one of five people waiting to be served? One of the blokes has also learnt my name, which is the worst thing for a barman because he then feels he can call you over at any time and serve him like he was some sort of celebrity. No. This doesn't work. If you call my name then you know who I am and I know who you are. And I have no wish to know any of these dicks outside the Thistle.
Gee, that went on for quite a bit! Don't get the impression that I hate work at the moment - far from it. Being based at an airport, we have a lot of haulage companies based on site and one of these is called Gemini. Bob is a Gemini pilot and a good friend of mine. He enjoys the banter between me and Rebecca, he tips well and he is never rude, arrogant or nasty to serve. Bob is the kind of guy you don't mind taking room service too and I hate taking room service anywhere. Especially soup if it has to go upstairs. But Bob is good. Bob's also friends with Roy and Andy, the two night porters so the four of us often help ourselves to the bar (it's not theft, I promise! Everyone takes stuff from the bar.) and sit down at the end of the night talking away. Last night, I was trying to explain the rules of cricket to another American pilot (how many friends does this Bob have?) and it is really very difficult! If you've never tried to do this, don't do it unless you can draw plenty of diagrams, you can compare cricket to baseball in some way and you steer well clear of lbw!
It's strange - most people I know don't understand American football but to me, it is an incredibly simple game if you steer clear of all the fucking formations and plays. Watch it and enjoy it. Easy. With cricket or rugby, it helps if you know how to play the game and even then (like with lbw in cricket), there are times when I don't understand why what just happened happened. Mind you, football (soccer, whatever) is piss-easy to understand and I don't get baseball or ice hockey at all. Nope, give me my Dolphins and my Bills. Stick your Pittsburgh Penguins (possibly the best team name anywhere in the world!) and your Detriot Red Wings up your puck!
What have I been talking about? Oh well, I'm off to play Half Life. I'm gonna get past that bloody tentacle thing if it kills me. Which it probably will.
Agent Grrrr
