Today is my Friday....Finally. Nine days in a row. Three days off, then one more work week and I AM DONE.
Not excited or anything. I hit overtime at 5pm today. Heehee. I will be done with work long after that.
Last night I had to stay at work for a retarded, super stupid pointless asskissing banquet. A large, monopolizing software company is staying at the resort for a conference and due to how huge and well known this company is, whenever they come to stay here we roll out the red carpet and start kissing ass.
I am willing to do this, because when one group of them were here last summer a small group of them (four) sat in my bar and drank, and when I cut them off and sent them home they tipped me $1000 cash.
So I kiss ass. (Whore.)
Anyway, this group was not of the $1000 tipping variety. G was tipped $0.83 on one ticket. G and I worked the restaurant as usual, and the software group was to arrive at 8:30pm and start their "reception" which involved the game Rockband and board games. And $600 worth of food and an open bar.
The arrived at almost 10pm. Shitfaced. Totally wasted. We brought them food (which they didn't touch) and drink, and proceeded to sit in the restaurant and wait for three hours.
Finally, when I went in to do last call, they were playing Cranium, and one superbly wasted chick was trying to hum a song so that everyone would guess it--None of them did. I did. I told them I knew what it was.....so they had me answer.
Rock the Casbah by the Clash. (Who doesn't know this song?) Anyway, we left them to their own devices and went home rather late.
BUT!!
As we were walking out, G made mention of the fact that his dog had sired a litter of puppies.....and T and I are probably going to get one.
Wait for it......
They are Chihuahua (regular pointy faced and "deer", which makes them bigger--No weird buggy eyes and wiffleball head)(Even though those kind are cute too), Dachshund and....Black lab.
They are black and white.
We will see.
I want to name the puppy something human--but I have to meet it first. "Jeremy", "Alphonse", "Kieth", "Bill", and "Steve" have all been thought of. Mostly because that's hilarious. But I have to meet it first.
T was not against the tiny dog, as I thought he would be, but more against the part lab. My mother laughed hysterically. If we get one, pictures to follow.
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I have found out why everyone I work with directly wasn't sad to see me go.
I got played, and played hard. My boss apparently intentionally tried (and succeeded) to turn my coworkers against me so that I would get mad and tattle on them for potential wrong doings. I didn't know this was happening, nor did I tattle in any real way, so I went from a schedule of 20 hours per week to 50. And everyone still resented me.
Now that I have quit, and have a lot to lose by doing so (benefits and the like) one person came forward and said they owed me an apology. I was confused and asked why. They then told me the above story. It was backed up by my floor captain, who said that "everyone that works here owes you an apology."
So at least my character is being rehabbed by quitting, I guess. (I made a Pun-ny.)
