Oooh. Oooh!

People who need to be painfully killed. My favorite!!

Today's list includes bed and breakfast guests who decide to cancel a 6 day stay that I could have sold over 7 or 8 times to reasonably sane people because...ready?...one of them has jet lag.

Whah? Flying from Germany made you tired? No effing way! So this means you need to screw my establishment out of more than a grand (on a room I already gave them a discount on...the ingrates) for why?

Oh! You have fibromyalgia.

I'm still confused...

Gah. Most travelers are fairly cool. Some are wonderful. Today? I got Fellini's crew.

However, hearing Muzak versions of Duran Duran and Cyndi Lauper still freaks me out.

Before she retired, my mother had an argument with her building manager about playing Muzak. As she told the story, she said, "My girls have those records, and they're real songs. You should just play them."

So you're still open, Beej?

I heard the Popstrology dude on NPR and I havtasay. Sounded pretty woolie to me. And I'm the type that has no reservations about people finding inspiration in weird things.

The thesis...that the collective unconscious had to be effected by stuff like the Beatles phenom...and therefore infused certain personalities with certain characteristics sounds interesting on the surface...but unless he goes into much greater detail, the author sounds like a guy whose book really ought to be one sentence. "I'm the Beatle's bitch."

What do you all think of this lampshade? [link] Or, more importantly, what do we think Emily will think of this lampshade?

However, hearing Muzak versions of Duran Duran and Cyndi Lauper still freaks me out.

Weirdest Muzak version I ever heard? Kenny G. Because -- WHY?!?

I was once in a store that was playing a dance remixed version of the South Pacific soundtrack. It was the most brilliant thing I'd ever heard.

I have a strange fondness for Muzak. I like weird covers of songs, and sometimes Muzak hits the right surreal bizarreness for me. (eta: I love the lampshade and cannot imagine Emily objecting to it)

You'd think they'd notice something like that.

I thought it was just for shipping purposes. My coffee table and end tables came with the knobs on the inside (so they didn't scratch anything). But these morons couldn't understand that the armoire fucking needed to be opened from the OUTSIDE.

It's the little things like this in life that make me want to throttle stupid people.

And of course it's nearly five so the office isn't going to return my phone messages. If they're not on the phone with me by nine a.m., they can come and pick this damn thing up and shove it up their asses.

Open until the 12th of April.

The 'you're screwed' email goes out to the reservations after that list tomorrow. I've already fielded lots of those phone calls. It's painful to say the least.

Plus? We have people who've been coming for years and years actuallly crying on the phone.

Sheesh.

The nutbars came for an inventory of the household last week. I vanished.

Plus? This month is the highest grossing month in the history of the house. Ever. Which means a) I rock as a manager. b) this was such a bad plan.