Tuesday, March 06, 2007
sunshine boy, always standing by the glass door
Living the life of a door-opener might not sound remotely appealing to most, but I have always been an advocate of garnering new life experiences, and the fact that I find this part-time job absolutely funky is evidence of such continued advocacy. Such an externalisation of this pro-sentiment is also a good indication of my sanity, but I have always been a little left of center.
Now, before I confound you any further, do yourself a favour and click on the X on the right-hand top corner of this window. I am honestly just exhausted from working a back-to-back shift and mind you, standing, opening doors, smiling and greeting guests (in that particular order) for a total of 14 hours is hardcore shit.
I am however, still high from the extremely generous tip given to each bellman, door-boy and cheongsam-clad receptionist working the 3-11pm shift on Sunday from some Bruneian royalty.
The brain juices also started flowing rapidly when a hotel guest contorted his face to communicate an expression of either pure disgust or extreme glee after screwing a hooker of a tranny. I fuck you not. And I have not even shared with you how certain old men cannot keep their hands to themselves. Shit like this can only happen to yours truly.
PEACE
p.s. a significantly more reflective journal entry is in need.
he flared his nostrils rapidly [9:53 PM]