Ambition is a tricky thing

So work today was fucking shit. I had oh I don’t know 20-23 rooms. Only 5 of which were stays the rest were all check outs. I didn’t get a partner either. By 4pm I still had 10 check outs left. Front desk started to pester us at 5 because apparently guests were getting bitchy making a scene in front of everyone. I was actually about to bitch out the guy pestering me and the people whom (thankfully) came and helped me. But after he asked about a room and I said ” I have no fucking clue how long it will be.” Chelsie offered to clean the room. Apparently he reamed her out after leaving the room. Fuck really… customers and front desk need to be told we are understaffed and can’t work fucking miracles. We can only work so fast. I had one room that was so fucking disgusting it took an hour to clean. They ripped up one of the beds because a baby puked on it. bottles every where, i swear over a pack of smoke butts in the ashtray, paper all over the floor.  By that room i was ready to cry. But I knew logically the tears would get me nothing but a stuffy nose and a head ache, I also wanted to rip shit apart but again logically I know that that just creates more mess to clean, or hit someone but that would get me in shit. No wonder I have chronic tummy aches at work and gray hair I pent up my stress because I look at the aftermath. Hurr… bitch bitch bitch. Its all I do. I need to stop doing so much bitching. A side note… I think I am getting a dent in my shins because theres very sore spot but no bruise. Its rather irritating for making beds.

I need to eat less junk food. Just sayin.

The other night I had a dream I was preggo. WTF?!  It was so weird.