Last night/this morning was lived in the shadow of of struggling to pilot something huge, expensive, and out of control. My night job at the good old hotel, of course!

My pager alarm didn't wake me, and I overslept big time. I had major BO, besides I spanked the monkey before going to sleep, so not showering simply wasn't an option. I showered, and was thus even more late. I get in there, and the slow on the uptake guy is at the desk alone, totally getting clobbered by a mob of angry customers. Normally, we keep him in the back office, away from the customers, except for an occasional smoke break. In other words... next ->

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