As the door closed, I felt a crisp hand grasp my arm and a raspy voice whispered in my ear, “neither are we.”
Edit: a lot of people have expressed concern about working this kind of job during COVID. Yes, they probably shouldn't have been open. I was denied for both types of unemployment in my state, and living with my vulnerable grandfather so I feared getting a job at home. Thus, I used my past national park experience to get a resort job to pay my debts and stay away from my at risk loved ones.
Just remembered this fella from my summer in Yellowstone. This was about mid way through our season and half our staff had already gotten and passed covid (proper quarantine was executed, rest assured).
It was my weekend so my gf and I were up in the park hiking or some shit, so we learned about this from coworkers and the GM. Don't know all the details.
This, "gentleman" came to our restaurant. Mind you, we're at a national park, so this guy still had to travel from god knows where to get here. Anywho, he eats his food, orders drinks, shops around the gift shop, etc. He was also staying with us.
After two hours of dining and drinking, he's about to leave for the night. The waitress gives him the bill and he looks her directly in the eye and drops, "By the way, I have coronavirus."
After shopping, interacting with FD, mingling with other guests, and spending two hours in the dining room. Needless to say, he got immediately banned, and our poor GM stayed four hours late deep cleaning the entire building.
At this point, I, along with most of our staff weren't concerned for OUR safety since we'd mostly passed it, but it was just such a vile and disgusting thing for this man to do. Also, why the hell would he announce it and not just keep it a secret?
Tweet >Knicks apparently sang Happy Birthday to Tom Thibodeau after their blowout win over Boston today. When asked, lightheartedly, whether he was happy with a win in Boston on his birthday, Thibodeau said with a grin, "I'm not happy unless I’m miserable."
Lmfao classic Thibs
"Peter" the grim faced detective intoned "for the last time, we know you took the children...for their parents' sake, at least let us know the real location of the bodies."
Hi there! This'll be my first time sharing here, so I'll make it a happy one.
I work night shifts in what I consider a decently sized hotel. I fly solo on my shifts so it's a fun combination of front desk work, handyman tasks, housekeeping, and bartending (and all the stuff that entails.) It's roughly 140 rooms. It's a nice location with really nice regulars, as well as frustrating locals, as seems to be fairly common.
It was nearing up the end of shift one day in June 2020. Breakfast had opened and we were approaching 06:50. My shift ends at 7 so I was doing my characteristic "Stand and do nothing, but don't look idle"-thing, as not a lot of people were checking out.
Here comes a man to check out. Plain looking work clothes, carrying a dufflebag. He smells. Not badly, just... Smells like farming. I'm not bothered by this, but I sure do notice it. He asks me if I can look after his bag while he has breakfast, and I don't mind. I carry it behind the counter and resume my thing, greeting guests good morning and checking out the few that does.
I notice something's off. I can't pinpoint what.
Something touches my leg, and it feels like it's trying to bite me. I am startled, and I felt like cartoon character where Internally I am screaming and my soul is escaping my body. I'd like to think I still maintained my CS smile.
I look down. And there is the cutest littlest lamb. And I mean littlest. I know for a fact that I've abandoned my CS smile and look all kinds of confused. A lamb. In my lobby. In the city. And I haven't ever done any drugs to suspect hallucinations. I keep staring at the critter for a good minute or two as my heart smelts to goop. It has a collar I tie to the dufflebag. I walk into the restaurant and lets the guest know that "there's a lamb trying to escape, and I figured you'd be interested to know" I can not in mere words explain his facial expressions. It was a contorted look of worry, embarassment, and giggling. I ask him to come and take care of his travelmate, and we walk back to the front desk.
The fugitive had escaped my futile attempt at restraining it. It was now surrounded by the confused and adoring faces of the director, FDM, and the fix-it person. I am asked by the director "what... what is this?" I't is a lamb and I am equally perplex.. "Oh, yes. Yes I'd think so"
I'd like my guests to let me know if there's something like an animal they are asking me to look after. But I didn't grill him too badly about it. We spent... keep reading on reddit ➡
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