I started the day with my usual 12 mile, 15 to 20 minute commute. It's twelve miles of two-lane twisty mountain highway.
This morning though, it took 45 minutes. A "dulie" with Texas plates (and I LOVE this part) and a "drive friendly" bumpersticker was driving 15 miles an hour. Every time I tried to pass him, he straddled the center line so I couldn't pass. At one point he got all the way over into the on-coming lane and I tried to pass him on the right... he came back over to the right with his horn blaring and I had to either hit my brakes, or be driven off the road. I was sorely tempted to pull over and empty a ten round clip from my behind-the-seat-truck-rifle into his back glass. But I forced myself to remain calm. After ten miles of this jack-ass not letting me pass, we were two miles outta town and he made some severe driving error and spun around one and a half times on the packed snow/ice. He didn't go down a cliff or embankment, but he was stuck in a ditch. I pulled over and watched him spin his tires for a minute. He got outta his truck and waved me over. No way that was gonna happen. I flashed my lights and waited for him to come to me.
He came over to my truck and asked if I had rope or a tow-strap. I said, "Yes." He asked if I'd pull him outta the ditch. I told him to "Drive Friendly", gave him a one finger salute, and pulled out aggressivly spraying snow everywhere.
Then at breakfast everyone rode my ass like a horse in a saddle. They were demanding, impatient, and rather rude. I will loose my job if I'm anything but polite at all times, so I stayed friendly and polite. I stuff my tip jar before breakfast with a dollar to "prime the pump". I saw a few folks stuff a dollar in while I was cooking for everyone, but had no idea how many dollars were in there. I still don't. The jar was empty when I was done cooking for the hotel. Someone ripped me off.
All day folks have been calling for spring break rooms (starts this weekend), and we don't have any availabilty for more than a week. They all get mad at me, like it's my fault they had piss-poor planning and waited till the last minute to get a room. One lady called about reservations for a weekend this summer. She was furious to find out that all the riverside rooms were allready taken on the dates she wanted. She went so far as to demand I switch a prior riverside reservation to townside and give her the room. I told her I couldn't do that. She demanded I do so again. I asked her how she would feel if she had a riverside reservation and I switched her for someone else. She started to scream at me not to f*** with her and try to make her feel bad.
Usually I love my job, and have a good time, but when it rains, it pours...