Rule One of Hotels: The pictures on their website? They Lie.
I'm done with day one and Glorious New Tractor Factory job. Spent the majority of the day being afflicted with HR paperwork. Like 3 hours... the HR woman was really nice... even borderline based believe it or not. Nonetheless, the interminable paperwork.... Oi... talk about worn out.
At least with this gig the guy who's in charge of IT has at least half a brain. All my accounts were set up and operational! Huzzah Aye? Nice to work with fellow professionals. Last outfit I was with could take lessons from these guys. Fuckin' nice to see good people doing the fookin' job right the first time around.
So, the title of ye olde bloggage tonight?
Maaaaaaaaaaan... and here I left the AR shorty at home, and I only have 4 mags for the S&W. You -know- that when in the lobby of said-flophouse has a bulletproof barrier between you and the Prajeep in the front office/cell, and a BIG sign on the wall prominently proclaims how "Human Trafficking and/or Prostitution on the premises will result in eviction with no refunds!"....
Telling ya... classy joint I picked out Aye?
Truthfully it was the affordable option.
And the few 'other' residents?
Oh yeah... Hos... no fucking doubt. I'd say they're the low-end hourly types... Me? I'm locked in, barred sealed and ain't opening the door for nuthin'.
In fact any hostile intent will be dealt with harshly.
As in a Mag Dump thru the door.
I ain't fuckin' around.
So, this's a nice break though. I haven't been able to reach out to any of y'all here in the A.O. -yet- as I'm A) Busy AF and B) Tired AF. The 0400 wakeup was a stone bitch. Even worse? I get everything up and packed, ready to rock, freshly shaved, cleaned up, and I get behind the wheel of the Putt-Putt with a brand new battery mind you, and turn the key... all the bingo lights go on, radio turns on and >clunk<
What. The. Fuck.
So... Momentary Panic Moment. I'm in my wedding suit (ain't worn it since me and Wifey got hitched) and decked out to impress and Oh fuck me running. I raced inside and start kicking Sapper out of the bunk "Dude GTFU!!!! I need a jump pronto!!!!" Seems we dropped below 40 degrees in Tampa last night, so yeah, that might be the cause... we'll see tomorrow if something goes funky or not. I made sure to turn off like -everything- that -might- have a drain on the battery, but even then, that shouldn't've happened. We'll see. Sapper saved my ass despite being in Zombie Mode. I got on the road and everything -seems- copacetic.
If it ain't in the A.M, well, I'll just have to figger dat shytte out as I go.
Least tomorrow me supervisor told me to go casual, so a much more mellow dress code is less hassle.
So, More Later, I'm off to the bunk Early-Early
I Remain The Intrepid Reporter