||[Dec. 9th, 2008|04:13 am]
The Question Club
Okay, so, there's this dude who comes to pick up his cab every morning in front of our hotel. We'll call him Joe. Don't ask me why he can't just have them pick him up in front of his apartment complex. He's been doing this for about a year, and while he's waiting, he comes in to the lobby and talks to me. Sometimes this annoys me, but generally, I don't mind b/c it's 4:00 in the morning and it's not like I have something better to do.|
So, this morning, I am sick. Really sick. I have a chronic health condition that periodically knocks me on my ass. (Think vomiting 20-30 times a day). And I'm laying on the couch in the lobby. Yeah, generally, it's against the rules to do this. But hey. You made me work tonight. No one could cover my shift, so I'm stuck here, and if they want me to stay, they will allow me to lay down on the damn couch. You feel me?
Anyways, Joe strolls in at 4am just like he always does and asks me why I'm laying on the couch next to a trash can full of puke. What a dumb question. So I tell him I'm sick. And he sits on the edge of the couch next to me. Like way, way too close. Joe and I have a certain restricted space bubble, and he is clearly and deliberately violating it. So I pretty much shove him out of the way and stand up, because I'm all creeped out.
What a freak.
ETA: This was meant for hotel_workers. Can I delete it?