This past week was Biker Week in Gettysburg. We at the hotel love the bikers. They are respectful of the hotel rules, courteous to the staff and a pleasure to have as guests. Quite unlike some others who stay with us on a regular basis. But I won't go there.

I had to throw my first guest out of the hotel on Saturday night. It was a biker. To be fair, it wasn't entirely the biker's fault. It was due to a co-worker who checked in the biker with a bad credit card on Friday night and told said biker "no problem, you can pay when you check out on Sunday." That left me with changing the codes on said biker's door so he would have to come to the front desk for new keys to get into his room. That left me with having to ask the guest for an alternative payment method. That left me with said biker (6'3" if he was an inch) and his very angry wife, alone at 10:30 p.m. on Saturday night, screaming in my face.

Said biker told me that the "man" who checked him in said he didn't have to pay until he checked out on Sunday. I had to explain to said very big, very angry biker that the "man" was in error and that payment must be either guaranteed by a credit card or paid in cash in advance. This is the policy of every hotel. Said biker then told me he had to get cash at a bank. "Sir, there is an ATM is down the street." "Oh, but I have to go INTO the bank." "Sir, you just said you were checking out on Sunday and there are no banks open on Sunday." Said biker did NOT like being called out on that lie.

So, once again I have to thank one of my co-workers who have sh$t for brains. This is the third time in 10 days where I was screamed at and harassed because my co-workers were either not doing their job or made yet another stupid, costly mistake. Thank you! I so enjoy having to take abuse and being harassed and not being able to say a word back (when I would love to verbally rip out their jugular and hand it back to them in a blink of an eye).

My only bright thought in this whole affair is that said co-worker is going to have to explain why he did what he did and why the hotel is now out of almost $300 (said biker made a lot of long distance phone calls).

God grant me patience with the idiots I work with. It frightens me that they are driving on the same roads I am.

I miss working with attorneys. They were SO much easier to work with than the general public and incompetent co-workers.

Family, the ones that are supposed to support and love you are the ones making the drama in your life. Okay maybe not all the family, one person in particular, my grandma. I know grandmas are sweet caring people not mine, she has ice water in her veins and a heart made of stone.

The problems she has created are not new, there was always conflict between my dad and aunt because of grandma. She thrives on conflict and fighting. Sadly my aunt passed away in November, so grandma doesnt have dad and aunt to fight each other. She has moved on to trying to get fights started between all the grandkids, to us older ones it didn't work.

Well she got her wishes when she started a fight between my little sister (18) and my cousin (20, her mom is the aunt that passed), from what I get my cousin was talking mess about my niece to my sister and she snapped & punched. After all punches were thrown, grandma had cousin call the cops & go to the er. No charges were filed but grandma called CPS on my sister and the IRS on my dad.

I heard about the story from my sister, grandma called to tell me her version of what happened, oh poor grandma always in the middle of stuff for no reason; yeah okay. I kindly told her without losing my cool or mind, that I did not want to be in the middle of this madness & was not going to chose sides. So she told me she won't bother me anymore and won't call me, I told her that was not what I said, then had to explain to her that some days I do not feel like talking on my phone & do not answer it.

So after telling friends about this they ask me when I am going to visit my family, I tell them with a smile on my face that I do not want to mar my good pristine criminal record with a family visit. Because I know that I would be put in jail for kicking all their arses, everybody, probable even my nieces and nephews.

Now I feel better getting that off my chest, no drama in my life unless I watch Law & Order:SVU. FML

Woke up today in a good mood as I'm making a final payment on a personal loan and was contemplating how exactly to celebrate. I got in my car to go to work and my brakes weren't working in my car. NO warning just doing a flintstones to get my car to stop. It never flipping ends. FML.

Why couldn't I have been born to parents who had more attractive genes…

FML

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Hugs Heidi. Mine aren't really attractive, either…but they are wonderful people and were great role models, so I'll take that instead.

my dad was great, i'd prefer to be pretty though

Heidi, it really is in the eye of the beholder. You're beautiful to us. You are a ray of susnshine on the forum.

too bad the male population doesnt feel that way.

the outside of the package is what matters far

more then what is on the inside.

im just tired of being lonely

f*ck my life…

I would so rather be lonely than cave to some standard of "beauty" that the magazines push! You just haven't met that person yet that doesn't judge appearance over inmtelligence!

that person doesnt exist, at least not in the male species.

trust me on that one.

they are wired to go for looks, they cant help it.

and lonely is the last place i want to be

id chose anything over that.