*channels Gabranth* THE HELL? Hey, day. YOU SUCK.

[railenthe]

HELL.

 

That’s what today was:  HELL.

 

 

I got to work today and the first thing that I find out is that I’m in trouble.  Like big-ass trouble.  Like…big-ass, gonna have to sign something trouble.  Apparently we had a guest who was so OCD that he saw fit to check UNDER the crispy clean sheets.  Let’s just say that something I didn’t notice because, for some reason, I don’t see certain shades of color well with my glasses on, prompted this guy to hit the desk and bitch about it.  So he was moved.

To a room that I had no part in but had the same problem.

He walked.

There was a meeting about that and, after my dressing-down in front of the rest of the gang, I had to sign a disciplinary action.  I thought I’d be physically ill.  I bought a clear soda and sipped at that to settle my stomach.  I probably would have been ill if I’d remembered to eat breakfast.

I got my punishment after signing that paper:
Deep cleaning.

For those of you out there who have not done housekeeping work, this is basically when you do EVERYTHING.  Walls, floor, ceiling, grout, tile, behind the beds, FLIPPING MATTRESSES when needed…basically you clean the place like you’ve just evicted a bad tenant and need to prepare for a new resident.

The one upside to this disciplinary action:  I discovered that I can lift a queen mattress and flip it by myself.  Even if I am in trouble, the fact that I’m WILLING to do this means that I’ve just made myself more useful, and thus harder to get rid of.

*four hours later*

 

THE LAUNDRY ROOM IS SCARY.  I swear that stack of sheets could kill a man.  Suddenly I see an opportunity.  “Hey, boss…~” I say.

“Eh?”

“Need a hand back here?”  And I throw a thumb backward at this stack of sheets that’s about three feet taller than I am.

 

*two more hours later*

 

I’ve put a dent in that stack of sheets—it’s now waist high, and another basket is empty.  I’ve also promised to look into something like high-def lenses (because it wasn’t until I got in that laundry room and I noticed that blue and green LOOK THE SAME; and no, I don’t have color-blindness—the lighting is TERRIBLE).  I hop a bus, fire a text, finish a phone call that didn’t go so well because let’s face, I’m cranky, and do some shopping.

The original plan was to get some groceries and then a CRAPTON of chocolate—eat the chocolates until I feel better about this craptastic day—but I had a better idea.  Long story short:

My freezer contains a HUGE thing of all-natural, full-fat Blue Barnaby Bunny ice cream.  The pantry contains two chocolate-toppers that harden when applied to ice cream, and they’re full of chunks of Heath brand English toffee—

 

OK, I know you’re out there, I can hear the “PFFT!”

—Anyway.  Full-fat ice cream.  Chocolate topping.  Toffee chunks.  Almond bits.  Hey, if I’m going to do this I’m doing it right.  “Go big or go home,” as a friend of mine always says.

Now, to wait for the dinner stuff to finish.  Salisbury steak.  While ice cream for dinner sounds incredibly pleasant…MEAT.

Comments

[toffeethesnob.livejournal.com]

*pats* You poor soul. Are they being harder on you because it's slow season? Commiserations my friend.

I know I should've chosen a different username... (I've never actually like toffee but now I seem to have dug a hole for myself whenever someone mentions it, especially if it's of the english variety...)

Nah, I like it!

[railenthe.livejournal.com]

I missed something kinda big that wouldn't go noticed except during deep cleaning days normally—or in the case of a paranoid OCD guest, and that's what we got, because we moved them and they did it again and summarily walked out of the hotel entirely. I'm still in trouble for it, but I think I've mitigated the damage somewhat—I'm bending over backwards to make myself more useful than the other housekeepers by assisting in laundry instead of leaving once I've finished and gotten a buffer chunk of time (buffer chunk = finishing ahead of schedule so that you've got a bit of extra time in case of a bad day—a buffer as it were). If I make myself INCREDIBLY USEFUL I think I'll be in better shape. But I better shape up so that I survive into the fifth year and those writeups from this year get wiped out. GAH.

Eh, I've seen odder names. I like it because it's weird AND makes sense…well, you've seen how my head works. It makes sense in the weird way that my head makes sense of things. (I hadn't had it in a while--thanks to the TMJ it makes my jaw hurt like HELL when I bite into a chunk that isn't quite the right temperature, but. Sugar. Almonds. BUTTER. Sugaralmondsbutter. Been eating it since I knew what solid food was.

…is there a differentiation there, or is it just 'toffee' over there? I haven't even seen 'American' toffee in forever…which I do not mind because the one time I had it it was gummy, cloying stuff. AND NO ALMONDS. BLASPHEMY.)

Wow I just realized…

[railenthe.livejournal.com]

The fact that I'm doing all this to hold onto a dead-end job that I've had for going on five years that hasn't had much in the way of benefit or wage increases just shows how bad the economy is. I've officially been working here more years than I have had callbacks from interviews.

Let the pointless etymology lesson COMMENCE!

[toffeethesnob.livejournal.com]

To be honest I wasn't thinking of the name as an alias or pseudonym when I first came up with it; I actually created it about a year ago as an idea for a satirical comic strip to send to Private Eye (a satirical current affairs magazine) in the style of the Beano (a longrunning weekly children's comic full of a variety of strips over here) featuring the misadventures of a young mischievous upper class girl character 'Toffee the Snob' (the name Toffee being a play on both the insult 'toffee-nosed-twit' and how we refer to the upper classes as 'toffs' over here) in a similar manner to Beano characters. Toffee's upper class status was supposed to be humorously exaggerated to parody how Beano characters such as Dennis the Menace and Minnie the Minx have been downgraded from having white collar parents to blue collar parents in recent years to make them more 'common' and relatable. (One particular example is Dennis having a clear accent when he spoke in the 1996 animated series and yet now he and his family have distinct Yorkshire accents while Dennis's enemy, Walter the Softy has been made significantly posher as well as painted as a villain.) Another such reason for this emphasis of social class was to poke fun at how the government which is currently conservative (I'd say they resembled republicans with regards to US counterparts but I don't know enough about american politics to confirm this) and naturally composed of people who all went to private school and had privileged upbringings.

Of course I should note that I am NOT of a high ranking social class (I just speak as though I come from one) and do not associate myself with the character at all but I couldn't think of a username and that was the first thing that came into my head that the site accepted.

And with regards to toffee, it is usually referred to as just toffee over here, unless the manufacturer wants to promote the region it came from, for example 'Bristol Toffee'.

Regional toffees. My foodie sense is tingling.

[railenthe.livejournal.com]

This makes me think of how lazy mine is. I just scrambled around, looked at the name I picked out for myself when I went pagan, scrambled stuff and altered a few spellings for numerical happy (because when all else is in doubt NUMEROLOGY!) and landed here. And with no ambitions no less: I joined through PEER PRESSURE. The fact that I could actually DO stuff besides comment was a realization that came later.

I didn't realize that they'd changed Dennis the Menace up like that. Then again I only have vague memories of '96.

I'm like that sketch in Family Guy in which Stewie gives Brian grief about "That, uh, that novel you're workin' on?" It's a crazy Overly Long Gag that is actually pretty funny—and I've noticed that for two years in a row the syndicated episodes have led November with that episode. You cannot tell me that the program manager on the network wasn't trying to troll NaNoWriMo participants...All I've got is a lousy first draft of the first part, and am trying to finish a second draft before the end of the month.

Why am I doing this? WHAT CAN I SAY I LIKE THE CHALLENGE.

…I think if I got transplanted into FFIX I'd be a Qu. I LOVE food and the concept of regional toffees just set my imagination afire. Now I'm wondering if it's got different character between regions, kind of like how a black tea grown in a lowland region tastes completely different from a highland-grown tea, even if they're the same varietal. And about what different grades of butter would do with any given recipe. Or different roasts of almonds.
*considers putting on street clothes and walking to the store for a Heath bar. Wishes it wasn't ten at night.*

[toffeethesnob.livejournal.com]

It's a lot less lazy than my official penname - that was just made by sticking my initials together and using one of my middle names as a surname. Though if I can't use that then I'm going to call myself Moe Otaku so people will be duped into thinking I'm a japanese artist.

With the english Dennis the Menace they did (I keep forgetting that the US has a different one) since the kid was definitely a ruffian, but from middle class parents. Now he's been toned down to be a lovable scamp (urgh, he doesn't even have a peashooter or a catapult anymore!) and a victim of circumstance as well as being made suspiciously lower class. That and his design has changed so that he's no longer a menace but a cutsey kid. It's like if they changed Bart Simpson into a bishonen almost... :/ I need to find the rant I composed when it was made to remember exactly what they messed with.

If I were in FFIX I'd be...hmm...probably a black mage. I love Genomes but only 3 of them have significant sentience and you know that being a summoner isn't a good thing. The black mages are innocent and mature so much during the course of the game that I think I'd be happiest as one. I'd certainly love to live in Black Mage Village if I could.

[railenthe.livejournal.com]

It's like if they changed Bart Simpson into a bishonen almost...

WAT?

Excuse me. I need to brain that out of my get.
...

I mean get that out of my brain.