Rants

Some of you will remember me chronicling my trip to Norway in the spring. A long busdrive from home to Oslo, Norway, where we were picked up and driven for another 4 hours in my uncle's car. The trip to Sweden, where we have a house, isn't quite as dreadful. It's fairly pleasant, actually. Usually a lot of shit messes up on trips like this, due to my usual luck, and this time was no different. But for the longest time, I thought I was free of accidents.

During the course of hotel work, one does experience quite a variety of people. I've talked in lengths about it already, and a few days ago, yet another case was added to the thick books chronicling my life in this business. Most places I've worked, I've never felt that the hotel I worked at, had my back, or trusted me. I mentioned this fact in a recent post. But the other day, I was positively surprised. Once again.

Several times on this blog, have I written about the hotels I've worked at, compared them, reminisced, ranted and raved etc. Things develop over time, of course, and things are taking a new turn in here. Not directly affecting me, it's not something I'm terribly concerned about, but it does make me think back to times, when I was affected.

I know I often rant on about the weird antics of guests here, but in all honesty, I am constantly amazed at how insanely stupid and pointless many people allow themselves to be. Take, for instance, this guy the other day...