Business travel can blow me.
Here I sit at the Wyndham Suites on Tampa Bay in a Herman Miller chair. Phone is blinking that I have a message. I don't want to hear it.
I've heard enough shit all day to want to hear more.
"Have a nice dinner Ray" they say as if I place all of my happiness on eating fattening food alone just so I can grow up to look like their fat asses.
"Eat at Shulas or Maggianos". $30.00 steak? Fuck that. Give me my girlfriend's wonderful cooking, cushy leather sofa, an Ale-8 with Bourbon and my crazy hairy monsters.
There's no place like home.
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No, I talked them out of sending me to San Diego.
Fuck this.
Fuck this.
I ordered room service over an hour ago. Just called..."Mr. Ellington we apologize there was a miscommunication with your order and it didn't get rang in"
Fucking ten minutes on the phone with some indian fuck who can barely speak english (dude couldn't differentiate between the word "fruit" and the word "vegetable") and then he can't fucking ring up my order.
If you can't fucking understand the english language then don't get a fucking job where you have to fucking talk to people. I've dealt with pieces of shit all day that can't do their fucking job. It never ends man. I'm moving to the god damned woods.
Thanks.
Fuck this.
Fuck this.
I ordered room service over an hour ago. Just called..."Mr. Ellington we apologize there was a miscommunication with your order and it didn't get rang in"
Fucking ten minutes on the phone with some indian fuck who can barely speak english (dude couldn't differentiate between the word "fruit" and the word "vegetable") and then he can't fucking ring up my order.
If you can't fucking understand the english language then don't get a fucking job where you have to fucking talk to people. I've dealt with pieces of shit all day that can't do their fucking job. It never ends man. I'm moving to the god damned woods.
Thanks.
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Oh dude, I heard tampa has a kick ass climbing gym where chicks climb in thongs...
And how did you know the name of that chair you were sitting in? "Mr Ellington, do you like the Herman Miller?" Some hot secritary told you didn't she?
"hi, I'm Herman Milller 8) "
Who would name a chair after hiself? Wouldn't it be easier to put a sticker on the cushion reading "sit your fat ass on my name" or "would you please sit on me?"
And how did you know the name of that chair you were sitting in? "Mr Ellington, do you like the Herman Miller?" Some hot secritary told you didn't she?
"hi, I'm Herman Milller 8) "
Who would name a chair after hiself? Wouldn't it be easier to put a sticker on the cushion reading "sit your fat ass on my name" or "would you please sit on me?"