Is something I never thought I'd ever say at work, unfortunately, it was true. Not that I was being purposefully mean or hurtful, but The Boss put in new bulbs above and in front of the desk. I think he's going for a brighter light and contemporary look but quite frankly, these lights wash us out. They're also very clinical feeling - light wise.
Call me crazy, but I swear they're giving me a headache! My eyes HURT...and twitch...it's very odd. The research I've done says this is normal for the cool white CFL bulbs...so I'm hoping with gentle persuasion and mass revolt, the lights will go back to the nice warm lights they were before. I didn't think it was too dim in here - the softer light was much more welcoming.
Gods help me, I wish I could do this job with my eyes closed...
Saturday, May 17, 2014
Wednesday, May 7, 2014
Odd Things That Come to Mind
When reading..... We actually went to the library over the weekend but before I can start on anything I've gotten, well, seriously so since I've been peeking at the crochet book, I've had a book I needed to read. Only cause the Carrot Girl needed me to read it before...May 12th, I think. The day it's due back at school before the close down the library for the summer. Can you believe summer break is almost upon us?
Anyhow...once shared, I realized the book's actually been made to a movie and a website I frequent had a lot of posters that think it's a very twee book. Something like that...I see the beauty and pain in the story and it's one that really touches me. Or so says the pile of tissues I've been going through. Don't ask me why, but it brought some thoughts that, at the time, seemed somewhat profound, typed up, I'm sure they're just the same silly thoughts I usually have. I'm sharing though cause...ha, I can!
It's said that I have a pavlovian response to The Undertaker's entrance. Regardless of what's happening, I go still tot he sound of tolling bells. My head lifts before giving a slight tilt as eyes gleam with the glee that rises from a smile. This may have even happened last night from a dead sleep.
Years and years ago, I grew up enough to realize that I'd never get to marry the first love of my life, Optimus Prime. It would have never worked out with him being a Transformer and me walking that thin line with my strange admiration for Soundwave.
Where does The Undertaker come in all this? I have idea where the notion came that he was, likely is my human Optimus. Now I realize this is just a character in the male soap opera of "sports entertainment"...listen here bitches...wrestling is about as real as crap like American Idol so screw already....
It's something the height, the size they have. The inherent grace one must have to walk along a top rope. My personal thing spats and long coats and dramatic hats. Perhaps I'm simply touched by long embraced forays into macabre imagery. Long ago I lost the point to all this....what I describe is more on a physical plane. I don't know what's on the inside but in my own deluded mind? It's filled with all sorts of good things.
*wry laughs* I grow tired of trying to sort this mess out so I'll leave with a fleeting thought.
I want to take care of people in a most greedy way. Not to be a scapegoat or selfishly used but in hopes of being taken care of in return. To be loved, uniquely so by the ones I care for most.
Anyhow...once shared, I realized the book's actually been made to a movie and a website I frequent had a lot of posters that think it's a very twee book. Something like that...I see the beauty and pain in the story and it's one that really touches me. Or so says the pile of tissues I've been going through. Don't ask me why, but it brought some thoughts that, at the time, seemed somewhat profound, typed up, I'm sure they're just the same silly thoughts I usually have. I'm sharing though cause...ha, I can!
It's said that I have a pavlovian response to The Undertaker's entrance. Regardless of what's happening, I go still tot he sound of tolling bells. My head lifts before giving a slight tilt as eyes gleam with the glee that rises from a smile. This may have even happened last night from a dead sleep.
Years and years ago, I grew up enough to realize that I'd never get to marry the first love of my life, Optimus Prime. It would have never worked out with him being a Transformer and me walking that thin line with my strange admiration for Soundwave.
Where does The Undertaker come in all this? I have idea where the notion came that he was, likely is my human Optimus. Now I realize this is just a character in the male soap opera of "sports entertainment"...listen here bitches...wrestling is about as real as crap like American Idol so screw already....
It's something the height, the size they have. The inherent grace one must have to walk along a top rope. My personal thing spats and long coats and dramatic hats. Perhaps I'm simply touched by long embraced forays into macabre imagery. Long ago I lost the point to all this....what I describe is more on a physical plane. I don't know what's on the inside but in my own deluded mind? It's filled with all sorts of good things.
*wry laughs* I grow tired of trying to sort this mess out so I'll leave with a fleeting thought.
I want to take care of people in a most greedy way. Not to be a scapegoat or selfishly used but in hopes of being taken care of in return. To be loved, uniquely so by the ones I care for most.
Thursday, May 1, 2014
No Mas Fiesta!
This makes me so sad - I wrote notes for this post and totally threw it away! Does anybody else do that? Make notes for a given post, I mean - not actually throw them away.
Yesterday, when I started this entry, I would say we're all still recovering from last week...well, maybe the weekend. For the last three weeks, Fiesta has been going on. I've never actually been but from what I can tell, it's an extended party downtown...must be since it lasts for THREE WEEKS...actually, I think that's a first time thing and years past it's only been two weeks. Which really? That's an awful long time for a street party to last. I know there are parades, notably, the Battle of Flowers which apparently has every school district (except for the girls) either on an early dismissal or out for the entire day. There's also tons of music, a carnival and some sort of...I don't know if it's a clam bake or scallop fest...who knows, a college puts it on. Anyhow - it brings in tons of people.
Last weekend marked the culmination of activities AND there was a regional track meet nearby so as you can imagine, we were hurtling towards a crazy weekend. I'd say by Thursday, we were well on our way. We had fairly gnarly ratio of teens to real people...ok, I kid, I kid - teens are people too...when they're not stampeding the place like a pack of elephants. That's practically the call that came down to the desk that night:
Irate guest with a 4am wake up call: "Excuse me, Miss, did you just check in a herd of wild elephants for room upstairs?"
Local Friendly Front Desk Clerk: "Oh no, Sir, sorry about that - we have a lot of HS track teams staying with us and one of them have just gone up and should be settling for the night. If they continue to be a disturbance, please let me know so I can notify their coaches."
Honestly, they had JUST gone up, so I thought it was fair to give them a moment to disperse to rooms and since I didn't get a call back, I think I was right.
A couple friendly tips and ideas came to mind while working this weekend:
A 3pm Check In does not mean that you must absolutely posolutely be here right at 3pm. I promise, we're not going to be counting noses and taking names and promptly DROPPING your reservation. Can you imagine the hell it would be checking in if we required everyone to be around at the same time? That would be crazy!!! Where do people get this crazy idea??
On that note, though, do pay attention since some hotels WILL drop your reservation if you're not in by 6pm. Personally, I think that's crazy. There is no harm in calling to let a hotel know that you're going to be late coming in. I always make a note if someone does that so any clerks on duty know not to drop them.
If you don't make a reservation directly with a given hotel and want, say...a top floor room, call them up to make sure they know about the request. I know, extra work for a traveler but I've found that these special requests don't always get conveyed to the desk.
Now this is probably repeat from any major event or holiday - if you're going to a major tourist area during these times, plan ahead! Yes, you and everybody else wants to be at Fiesta or Spring Break so don't be surprised if every room is taken up except for some fleabag hotel that has their last room available for the low, low price of $700 for the night. Think I'm kidding? Ha!
Omg...so happy it's over!
Yesterday, when I started this entry, I would say we're all still recovering from last week...well, maybe the weekend. For the last three weeks, Fiesta has been going on. I've never actually been but from what I can tell, it's an extended party downtown...must be since it lasts for THREE WEEKS...actually, I think that's a first time thing and years past it's only been two weeks. Which really? That's an awful long time for a street party to last. I know there are parades, notably, the Battle of Flowers which apparently has every school district (except for the girls) either on an early dismissal or out for the entire day. There's also tons of music, a carnival and some sort of...I don't know if it's a clam bake or scallop fest...who knows, a college puts it on. Anyhow - it brings in tons of people.
Last weekend marked the culmination of activities AND there was a regional track meet nearby so as you can imagine, we were hurtling towards a crazy weekend. I'd say by Thursday, we were well on our way. We had fairly gnarly ratio of teens to real people...ok, I kid, I kid - teens are people too...when they're not stampeding the place like a pack of elephants. That's practically the call that came down to the desk that night:
Irate guest with a 4am wake up call: "Excuse me, Miss, did you just check in a herd of wild elephants for room upstairs?"
Local Friendly Front Desk Clerk: "Oh no, Sir, sorry about that - we have a lot of HS track teams staying with us and one of them have just gone up and should be settling for the night. If they continue to be a disturbance, please let me know so I can notify their coaches."
Honestly, they had JUST gone up, so I thought it was fair to give them a moment to disperse to rooms and since I didn't get a call back, I think I was right.
A couple friendly tips and ideas came to mind while working this weekend:
A 3pm Check In does not mean that you must absolutely posolutely be here right at 3pm. I promise, we're not going to be counting noses and taking names and promptly DROPPING your reservation. Can you imagine the hell it would be checking in if we required everyone to be around at the same time? That would be crazy!!! Where do people get this crazy idea??
On that note, though, do pay attention since some hotels WILL drop your reservation if you're not in by 6pm. Personally, I think that's crazy. There is no harm in calling to let a hotel know that you're going to be late coming in. I always make a note if someone does that so any clerks on duty know not to drop them.
If you don't make a reservation directly with a given hotel and want, say...a top floor room, call them up to make sure they know about the request. I know, extra work for a traveler but I've found that these special requests don't always get conveyed to the desk.
Now this is probably repeat from any major event or holiday - if you're going to a major tourist area during these times, plan ahead! Yes, you and everybody else wants to be at Fiesta or Spring Break so don't be surprised if every room is taken up except for some fleabag hotel that has their last room available for the low, low price of $700 for the night. Think I'm kidding? Ha!
Omg...so happy it's over!
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