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lady_t_220I feel like such a fucking heel...
Seems like this last couple of days it has been my mission to stick spanners in all available works to cause maximum annoyance and frustration.
I suck.
The CCC has hit some bumps in the road regarding accomodation in Vancouver and, though I really really hate to admit it, my budget doesn't allow for hotel costs. Not if I want to get to NYC in the autumn.
*beats head bloody against the desk*
And it was all going so smoothly too...
All the while it was free accomodation it wasn't really an issue... now we're looking at hotel costs and this and that and the other, and my mum took one look at my bank statement and pointed out that I had no fucking chance. Not since I'm paying John's half too.
What's not aiding my mind currently is the fact that we can't seem to get everyone together at once to make a decision. Two people discuss things and come to a sort of solution, then the third comes along and says "uhhhh... hold on there..." and so it goes on.
My turn today. I feel like a complete fucking bastard.
Ohh, Hugh bobblehead
Long morning at work... almost half 2 by the time I got home. And we have a seriously disturbed guy in room 14. He's been busy freaking everyone out.
He belongs to Social Services, technically. We think he's waiting for a permanent place in some kind of residential facility because he's seriously fucked up.
Mel only took the booking because she thought he WORKED for the social services, not that he was under their care. She says if she'd known she never woulda' had him stay cause he's creeping everyone out.
He's got that whole self-mutiation thing happening right now, his arms are all cut up, but beyond that he has a tendancy to stalk. Follows people round, watching them. Sleeps most of the day then wanders round the hotel all night. Klaus hates him... he steals things from the cleaner's cupboard, he's a compulsive liar who started off the week with an American accent and has now migrated into Welsh. He claimed he was in a cafe in new York when the Two towers came down. Then he claimed he was IN them, then he claimed he lost his mother in there. Then he admitted he'd never actually been to America cause he's a local boy. Now he's fucking well Welsh.
R won't go near him. You can't get in his room to clean it because he's got all his crap everywhere and won't let anyone move anything. Permenantly broke though the social give him money for pretty much everything...
He's truly a very disturbed young man.
Liz slept with the dog last night cause Klaus was away and she was too scared to be on her own with him wandering around...
*sighs*
Eh, I need lunch. Only 3 hours late... -_-;;
Seems like this last couple of days it has been my mission to stick spanners in all available works to cause maximum annoyance and frustration.
I suck.
The CCC has hit some bumps in the road regarding accomodation in Vancouver and, though I really really hate to admit it, my budget doesn't allow for hotel costs. Not if I want to get to NYC in the autumn.
*beats head bloody against the desk*
And it was all going so smoothly too...
All the while it was free accomodation it wasn't really an issue... now we're looking at hotel costs and this and that and the other, and my mum took one look at my bank statement and pointed out that I had no fucking chance. Not since I'm paying John's half too.
What's not aiding my mind currently is the fact that we can't seem to get everyone together at once to make a decision. Two people discuss things and come to a sort of solution, then the third comes along and says "uhhhh... hold on there..." and so it goes on.
My turn today. I feel like a complete fucking bastard.
Ohh, Hugh bobblehead
Long morning at work... almost half 2 by the time I got home. And we have a seriously disturbed guy in room 14. He's been busy freaking everyone out.
He belongs to Social Services, technically. We think he's waiting for a permanent place in some kind of residential facility because he's seriously fucked up.
Mel only took the booking because she thought he WORKED for the social services, not that he was under their care. She says if she'd known she never woulda' had him stay cause he's creeping everyone out.
He's got that whole self-mutiation thing happening right now, his arms are all cut up, but beyond that he has a tendancy to stalk. Follows people round, watching them. Sleeps most of the day then wanders round the hotel all night. Klaus hates him... he steals things from the cleaner's cupboard, he's a compulsive liar who started off the week with an American accent and has now migrated into Welsh. He claimed he was in a cafe in new York when the Two towers came down. Then he claimed he was IN them, then he claimed he lost his mother in there. Then he admitted he'd never actually been to America cause he's a local boy. Now he's fucking well Welsh.
R won't go near him. You can't get in his room to clean it because he's got all his crap everywhere and won't let anyone move anything. Permenantly broke though the social give him money for pretty much everything...
He's truly a very disturbed young man.
Liz slept with the dog last night cause Klaus was away and she was too scared to be on her own with him wandering around...
*sighs*
Eh, I need lunch. Only 3 hours late... -_-;;
