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When I get asked to work in hotels these days I generally just say no. They are all a fucking joke. They all think they are class and have great spaces for events, but none of them have a fucking clue how to facilitate actually setting up an event. When you ask if you can take big boxes up in the big spacious lift at the front reception, they all tell you to fuck off, you have to use the shitty tiny back lift which is beside the kitchen grease traps and doesn't fit half of your shit, and that's if they even have a lift for you to use at all. Fuck hotel events.

Edit: A few years back, just before the pandemic, I did a Sony event thing in a hotel place on Harcourt street. We loaded gear in the front during the day and set up, no problem. Then for load out afterwards, they told us that we couldn't go back down and out the same way. Instead, in order to avoid customers coming in for the night club downstairs, we'd have to take our gear out through the beer garden at the back, and then push our boxes and shit all the way to Camden street, the closest parking space.
I scouted the route out, and by this time, of course, the beer garden had completely filled up with all the people we were meant to be avoiding by going through the beer garden, to the extent that you literally couldn't go through it without asking several groups of people to move out of the way.
So I just said "Fuck this" and got the van driver to come back round to the front, and we just brought all the stuff out the front way that we'd come in. The manager lad tried to complain and ask what we were at etc, I just told him "This will take 5 minutes, 10 minutes max" and we did it the fucking normal way and got it done and everybody was happy, except for the absolute fucking moron that wanted us to go the totally mental way instead.
Fuck hotels.

Literally, this guy's solution to us potentially bumping into the odd person coming in through the front door, was to somehow go through a small beer garden jammed full of about 100 people without constantly bumping into them.
You see this is the problem with hotels donating their space for free for events because obviously you’re not a paying customer and deserve to be treated like dog shit.
 
When I get asked to work in hotels these days I generally just say no. They are all a fucking joke. They all think they are class and have great spaces for events, but none of them have a fucking clue how to facilitate actually setting up an event. When you ask if you can take big boxes up in the big spacious lift at the front reception, they all tell you to fuck off, you have to use the shitty tiny back lift which is beside the kitchen grease traps and doesn't fit half of your shit, and that's if they even have a lift for you to use at all. Fuck hotel events.

Edit: A few years back, just before the pandemic, I did a Sony event thing in a hotel place on Harcourt street. We loaded gear in the front during the day and set up, no problem. Then for load out afterwards, they told us that we couldn't go back down and out the same way. Instead, in order to avoid customers coming in for the night club downstairs, we'd have to take our gear out through the beer garden at the back, and then push our boxes and shit all the way to Camden street, the closest parking space.
I scouted the route out, and by this time, of course, the beer garden had completely filled up with all the people we were meant to be avoiding by going through the beer garden, to the extent that you literally couldn't go through it without asking several groups of people to move out of the way.
So I just said "Fuck this" and got the van driver to come back round to the front, and we just brought all the stuff out the front way that we'd come in. The manager lad tried to complain and ask what we were at etc, I just told him "This will take 5 minutes, 10 minutes max" and we did it the fucking normal way and got it done and everybody was happy, except for the absolute fucking moron that wanted us to go the totally mental way instead.
Fuck hotels.

Literally, this guy's solution to us potentially bumping into the odd person coming in through the front door, was to somehow go through a small beer garden jammed full of about 100 people without constantly bumping into them.
Ah, a kindred spirit.

All they need to do is give us a cup of tea and a biscuit and we would be so much nicer about everything. It's a marginal gain, but it means so much.
 
No, they can be cunts if they want. Their opinion does not bother me in the slightest. But give us a cup of tea. That stops me going full dickhead, and that then makes everyone's life easier. That's all.
 
Over the last couple of days I've had no more than two hours sleep, in little bits, over two days. The busy few days ends today, but I think I've been pushed too far, as I somehow lost my wallet.

Last time this happened I lost my impact driver. £200 to replace, because I needed to replace it.*

I (hope) lost my wallet on the back of a truck, my colleagues will be unloading that truck. They know to look for it, but if it's there, I won't get it back for a while.

Tomorrow I've to do my OTHER job, which is out of town, and I've had to borrow cash off people. So I'll show up tomorrow in front of new boss going "hey, buy me breakfast".

*Another colleague last week went searching for my impact driver as he was on that site that day. He found it and stole it back for me. That was cool. But I don't think it's a coincidence that when I work for this particular client I tend to sabotage myself by losing important stuff. An angry email to my office is on the cards, and I may not even sleep on it.
 
Wahey, got my wallet back. I had to go to my bosses gaff on the other side of town to get it, but I got it.

I thought he was trying to engineer a piss up, thankfully he wasn't. He wanted to get away to his dinner and his new girlfriend.

But all in all, I thought the "find seanc's wallet" thing was a good bit of team building. I certainly appreciated it.

But in OTHER job, we have a lot to do tomorrow. And I like the boss, but he's a bit of a cunt. In a good way, but a bad way. Don't really know how to deal with him. He's Northern English so when he says "it's alright" that means "I hate you". When he says "that stupid cunt fucked that up", he means "that stupid cunt fucked that up", but without any regard to the fact that he deliberately avoided the difficult bit of the job and left us to it. And what we did was not good enough, which is fine, we'll fix it, I want to do a good job, but I had no information. I literally didn't even have an address. But I don't need to be passively called a cunt. By a cunt.

Planning? Management? He's left me looking like a stupid monkey when actually he doesn't know which priorities to prioritise.
So as far as the office based wage payers are concerned, I'm shit.
 
A colleague keeps trying to socialise with me - let's go for coffee in the canteen, let's go for a pint etc. He's a nice guy so I feel bad for all the excuses but I'm not a sociable guy. Also I have a feeling there's some Christian stuff going on.
 
A colleague keeps trying to socialise with me - let's go for coffee in the canteen, let's go for a pint etc. He's a nice guy so I feel bad for all the excuses but I'm not a sociable guy. Also I have a feeling there's some Christian stuff going on.

you owe it to us and him to go on this Christian date
 
A colleague keeps trying to socialise with me - let's go for coffee in the canteen, let's go for a pint etc. He's a nice guy so I feel bad for all the excuses but I'm not a sociable guy. Also I have a feeling there's some Christian stuff going on.
Just say yes. Get out of your comfort zone. You can always ghost him if he turns out to be proselytising
 
A colleague keeps trying to socialise with me - let's go for coffee in the canteen, let's go for a pint etc. He's a nice guy so I feel bad for all the excuses but I'm not a sociable guy. Also I have a feeling there's some Christian stuff going on.
This reminds me of the last time I worked on a big site. All the painters sat at a table and I didnt want to listen to their fucking guff so I sat at a table on my own reading me news paper. Happy as larry

They wouldnt let it go ,so one day I joined them. After 10 minutes I called them all cunts and went back to my own table for a bit of peace and quiet.

They were good lads in fairness but I wasnt having any of it
 
All the painters sat at a table and I didnt want to listen to their fucking guff so I sat at a table on my own reading me news paper
Were they young lads? Groups of young lads usually bore me to fucking tears - just repeating the exact same old shit my boring schoolmates used to come out with in the 80s over and over and over. Drinking. Hangovers. "That's what she said". Christ
 

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