Hump This !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Hello to everyone out there in the real world. (Wow the real world - that would make a great reality television show) Oh well!!! So it is another wonderful day in the neighborhood. Yesterday I found myself looking straight into the eyes of the beast; I had reached my boiling point. You see we have used and abused all the misfits and they have all quit and moved on to bigger and better things. I find myself being told by Betty that she would like me to start cleaning rooms and arranging furniture. HMMMMMMMMM!!!!!!!!!! THIS IS A COLASSAL WASTE OF TIME as the misfits on the construction crew have not finished the Swiss style rooms. They are in and out of them on a daily basis, painting, sanding, plumbing, calking, pounding, nailing, etc, etc, etc. Why is this so hard for Betty to understand? Why would we even consider putting very expensive linens and such in these rooms? KIDS WHAT IS THE LESSON TO BE LEARNED HERE? Count to ten, breath and then count to ten again, breath - you better count to ten again and then breathe. Then calmly but sternly state your position, explain the unfolding events that have lead you to have a mini melt down on the owner (Betty).

She just doesn't understand the need to completely finish a room before setting it up and cleaning it. It is beyond funny now because it is just heightened levels of frustration. It is really like watching a flock of headless chickens jumping on each other and running all over the place getting no where quick. Are you getting a visual? So as I am telling Betty my concerns for a lack of labor, poor organization, improper planning and strategy, she changes the subject. Now this woman is skilled at doing this and deflects the negative energy away and doesn't acknowledge there is a problem. So I am not even sure she got the message and remember these are legitimate concerns and hinder the progress of the opening. We are now over a year past the scheduled deadline. And so it continues........................................

Oh I forgot to mention one of the misfit toys (Liberace) sent his dad down to pick up his candelabra. We explained to his dad that we would not or could not give him Liberace’s candelabra. He seemed disoriented, dazed, confused and drunk. I am not even sure if it was Liberace’s dad, it could have been one of the local town crazies....... Auf Wiedersehen KIDS............