*listens to Foo Fighters - Tired of You*

Today I finished writing my resignation letter. I have grown tired of the lack of time I have for other things than work. I find myself actually only drawing during the lunch breaks. I am tired of the amount of responsibility I am being given for the fuck all pay I get. I am working on almost minimum wage and take care of entire functions/train new staff. Some kitchen staff treat me like a retarded 5 year old donkey and basically tell me to go away or just ignore me completely (which hurts more).

Don’t get me wrong. The *majority* of staff at the Marriott are wonderful people, but all it takes are a few ass hats higher up in the chain and everything goes down the drain. The free food is also lovely. In fact, this is the best job I’ve had in England so far, but I just get so fed up with the incompetence and ignorance of some people and the angry customers who love to chew my head off.

So I have written my resignation letter which says that I will quit the 8th of July. That is two days before I go to Sweden. I will actually have time to *pack* :P Yay!

I have recieved many compliments from both staff and higher up managers for my work. I hope that they will understand why I quit. Of course I feel bad as well. Even though Marina told me that it’s *my* life and they are paying me minimum wage for so much work, I can’t help but feel as if I am letting them down big time. Well. I probably AM since they are losing one more staff…

One a silly side note. I have a “stalker” at work. He always comes in when I’m working and always asks for me when I’m not there. Hamdi thinks he has a crush on me or something. Silly.

This morning as I opened the fridge, I found the bottom shelf to be covered in something white.. sticky.. cream like stuff.  Noone in the house knew what it was or where it had leaked from.

What a mystery.

Yes. Busy at work. So haven’t had the time to really write. But what is there to write about these past few days?

Sunday. Worked for more than 10 hours. But also got a fawkload of tips.

Monday. Worked for 8 hours, mostly alone and it was INSANE. Why? There were suit-clad men and women coming in constantly, in big groups, wanting all sorts of coffee and tea. Why? There’s a convention thing with the Deputy of the Prime Minister at the hotel. I have no idea what John Prescott looks like, so I might have served him my coffee. :P

Know one thing though. Some of those important high-up people who work with Mr. Prescott walk away from the bill and they do not know what tip means. *sigh* Poor people give me tip, rich people don’t even pay for their coffee. Gotta love it. :P

*gets ready for work*

Ending WoW stuff.

Not done yet of course.

To the sound of the rain.

This morning I had to call in sick for the first time ever since I’ve started working. It felt horrible to do so, but my periodpains just wouldn’t go away. I had counted the hours. They started at about 6 o’ clock in the evening. I had them until 6 in the morning when I was so drugged up and tired I just fell asleep. Only to wake up again, a few hours later, with the same nagging pains. They are still present, but a bit duller now.

I called the Hotel at 3 in the morning :P Telling them that I really couldn’t come to my morning shift. Tom tried to stay up with me, but finally fell asleep at about 5am from exhaustion. Poor guy :/

Good news? Tom’s got a job! He starts tomorrow morning! W0000t! :D Money situation is getting way better!
Oh! And I’ve added an “About Jen” page to the right. What boredom and pain can do to you… It’s lots of useless rambling.

Tom: “Would you be happy if I dressed up as Rufus?”

Me: “… … … … … …”

Tom: “Uhm, Jen? Would you?”

Me: “Y,yes, Yes!”

Images in head won’t go away now! Aaaagh! Must buy turtleneck and coat for Tom!

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Also. Tom just got his first battlecruiser in Eve. I don’t think I’ve ever seen him make so much noise. He is basically creaming all over the place and having trouble talking without drooling on the keyboard. Sheesh!

*goes to feed her nintendog named Fabbe*

Tom: “Matt has now stepped away from his student life and become a *proffesional* man!”

Keira: “Tom. He is sitting upstairs, naked, watching google videos.”

Tom: “…”

Work was quieter than usual. Probably because of the England game. Somehow the streets seemed to empty and the upper floor of the hotel went silent (The pub is downstairs). I glanced out the window and saw (ironically enough) mainly women walking the streets of the city centre. Not many of them.

Before closing down, an elderly man came in. He has been visiting before, but I haven’t talked to him much personally. This time, I would. Or, I would rather be forced to. He spoke without any hesitations or signs of stopping for at least 15 minutes. He was obviously shaken and had no troubles telling me, a complete stranger, what was wrong. This intrigued me slightly. The other guests who could hear what he was talking about did nothing. They simply chose to politely ignore the poor man. Something I could not do, and something that I did not really want to do when I came to understand why he was behaving in such a peculiar way.

He was worried about his soulmate. About her health. She hadn’t contacted him and I got to know why that might be the case as well. It just went on, really. But every so often he would gesticulate wildly, smile his almost toothless smile or hush up and say that he was “naughty for telling me this”. The quotes “It is a complicated story” and “I shouldn’t tell you more” were tossed in frequently.

In the end, I did my best to listen and give him my advice. I am not very experienced in these sort of critical matters, in fact, I’m a complete and utter n00b, but what can one do when situations like that just gets shoved in ones face? I made him sit down, have some tea and calm down. I told him that everything would be alright, who he could call if he still was worried, what he could do himself and what he might think of while handling his severely ill soulmate. It was very tiring, but finally, I was forced to start closing down and actually leave him for a while.

He fell asleep in the lounge sofa. I didn’t have the heart to wake him. :/

Don’t know what to think of moments like this. I am the kind of person who usually says things without thinking it through properly, and in that situation I had to really guard my tongue. Tricky.

In other news. Sweden won the game versus Paraguay. I admit I cheered like nuts and I don’t even like football that much. Guess it’s some “nationality thing” that I got upon moving to another country. Even though I am both proud and embarrassed about being a Swede, I will never deny my roots.

No words. Just pictures.

I could post all day. Go here for more: Puppies!

Don’t mind the constant switching of themes on the blog. I’m trying out different ones :P Right now I really like the red one with the train. <3

Ultimately, I will make my own when I have time and skill for it.