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The Morning After

The Morning After? What kind of title is that? Sounds like contraception, you say?

Well, it's better than using The Morning After The First Day Back After Taking Two Days Off And Having A Four Day Weekend.

That's today, anyway.

Yesterday was...interesting. Our summer help filled in for me for the two days I was out but I was so busy yesterday that I didn't look for any ball droppings (oh stop it).

Mondays are always Hell and especially so in the summer - I'm learning. Two of the properties I help manage are, as both of you know, piers along Seattle's waterfront. You can think of the waterfront as almost being the New Jersey boardwalk: swamped with tourists and local in the summer, empty in the winter.

Even though the touristas (my word) are generally good about using the trash cans provided, tons of stuff still winds up on the ground. My single goal in life is to get it all up. Our summer help has other goals (looking at chicks and using his cell phone). OK, so I'll add looking at chicks to my list of goals too but I've learned to work and ogle and he hasn't.

So I expected a mess yesterday and I was rewarded with a truly breathtaking one. Like I said, I didn't expect the summer help (hereafter SH) to clean like I do. No one can. So I don't consider him as having dropped the ball. But man, it was foul down there yesterday.

Three and a half hours of non-stop work just to get the trash up and change out the garbage bags. And I didn't do anything in the dumpster areas except for cosmetics - getting the nasty shit up.

At the other property, which has a food court, I had Thai yellow curry over rice for lunch and for dessert I had beautiful Thai girl eye candy. (I'm a pig, I know. Oink.)

One of the retail tenants was robbed and had their front door lock broken over the weekend and I had to pull the whole mechanism out and hoof it down to the locksmith shop. Then one of the other retail tenants had a drain back up and force water out onto their floor, causing a massive leak into the parking garage below. So Bossman and me tried to snake out the drain to save the tenant a plumbing call but we couldn't get it clear. We left it for the professionals.

And now today it's showering out there so I don't know what to do. I wanted to hose the sidewalks. Maybe I will anyway. It should be quiet with the rain (touristas melt in it, you know).

Comments (1)

blzzy:
I came to the conclusion when I was working that yes, while you get some days off, your work never takes a day off - it's all there waiting for you when you come back. Sometimes I wondered if it was even worth it. Usually the cure for the day after is a little hair of the dog, but I don't think it applies in this case. (I hope)

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