Well, I've been saved

So it's been a week or so since I've last 'blogged'...with good reason. I've been really busy with mostly work, so it's just same-ol-same-ol...nothing new to report.
It's always interesting to work in a hotel. I meet so many different people from so many different places. Tonight, I was checking in some guests here at work, when one guest came up to me and started asking me if I thought I was going to Heaven...my first instinct was to be a smart aleck and tell him, "No, I'm pretty sure I'm going to Hell in a handbasket." However, I refrained and told him yes, I was content in believing that I'd make it to Heaven. He followed up with some other religious questions, to which I was only half-listening, because I personally am not big on sharing my spiritual beliefs with other people. It's too much of a touchy subject and to each his own. However, then, all of the sudden, this guy grabs my hand and makes me repeat after him -- a.k.a., he saved me to Jesus.

It was awkward.

Ok. Do I look like I'm an inherently evil human being who needs to be saved to God? Do I come across as someone who looks as though she hasn't already formed her relationship with God and all that?

All right, all right, I know he's just doing his job --preaching/missioning his beliefs off onto people. But number one -- don't touch me, you're a stranger. And number two, I think I look like a nice girl, someone who's got it together, so why does he think I'm some big sinner that he can send straight to the Lord?
I was creeped out a little by this guy. His approach was less than, well, Holy.

The night only gets better.

Some man comes downstairs and tells me that everything in our hotel's business room is broken. The printer, the phone, the stapler........
Weird. Everything was working just fine before he went in there. So I go check it. Oh, whaddya know?!!
The phone works, he just didn't follow the BIG BOLD DIRECTIONS ON THE PHONE to dial out.
The stapler was jammed with a little staple that I pulled out in 2.5 seconds' time.
The printer door was open. I closed it. It printed.
Ha. Funny. I love really smart people like that. Love.

THEN,
Some lady calls me around 5:30 a.m. and lets me know that there has been loud, booming, heavy metal music playing above her all night and she wants something done about it. I have to bite my tongue so I don't ask her why she didn't complain about it earlier, if it'd really been going on all night. . . So, I went and checked it out. Nothing. Nada. No noise. Not even a loud breeze against the windows.

Hmmmm....

Again, people like this are going to drive me into hermit-ism. That's right. I just created that word, consider it trademarked. Smart, huh?
Not as smart as these folks I dealt with tonight though....

Also, according to a boss of mine, when I asked what was the game plan for employees if people couldn't find gas to make it to work. I quote her reply: "This isn't forseen as an issue. We're not worried about it, but will deal with it between myself and the supervisors"
Oh, it's not an issue, huh?
Interesting.
Someone tell me where the hell they're getting gas daily, since this "isn't an issue". I guess maybe my bossy doesn't have CNN or regular cable. Or maybe she has a Vespa and hasn't had to fill up in a while. Maybe she has a 10-speed bicycle, even....

I've got one word to sum up this past week:
Hermit-ism.

Won't have to worry about that "not an issue" with gas then, now will I?