#porter hire

[highpassadventures]

Mohare Dada (also written as Danda) Trek is a short and concluded as an easy trek and also less-crowded hiking trails in Annapurna Region of Nepal. It is located in the western part of Pokhara City and very close to Ghorepani Poon Hill. This Mohare Danda Trek is known as Eco Community Lodge Trek or Rhododendron Trek because this trekking route lodge is entirely operated by the local community and the beautiful trekking trail goes through into the Rhododendron Forest.  Mohare Dada viewpoint is an alternative viewpoint of Poon Hill viewpoints. 

[audible301]

If I had a nickel for every time Aguefort hired an actual unhinged cult leader to teach children and then let them run wild…

[secretagentsloveblogs]

even in the april foolsiverse, porter is still not a prince 😔

[27emailsicantsend]

Umm I predicted the puppies?! Literally forgot I wrote this several months ago and here we are?? 😳

[emiliosandozsequence]

oh yay!!! trance music as a whole doesn't trigger me anymore!!!

[junesmith]

Guide porter hire from Lukla

Guide Porter Hire from Lukla: Hiring a guide and porter from Lukla is a popular choice for trekkers heading to the Everest region. Guides provide valuable local knowledge, navigation skills, and support in overcoming language barriers, while porters carry your heavy gear, allowing you to focus on enjoying the stunning scenery. In Lukla, several trekking agencies offer flexible hiring options, allowing you to negotiate prices and select experienced professionals who can enhance your trekking experience. This support not only ensures your safety but also fosters a connection with the local culture, making your adventure even more memorable.

[binicarsmenorca]

Hire a car at Calan Porter | Diinfotech

[jbncleaning]

Hiring a day porter ensures a clean and organized environment throughout the day, enhancing the professionalism and comfort of your space. They handle immediate cleaning requirements. Find the other reasons to hire a day porter for your office.

[operationalchefsblog]

The Best Things to Consider When Choose a Best Chef Recruitment Agency to Hire a kitchen Porter Permanent Chef

A skilled chef prepares food in a restaurant by chopping vegetables, igniting mixed vegetables, and garnishing the finished dishes. The chef works with the server and arranges the support requested by the customer. So if you are looking for the Best Chef Recruitment Agency in the UK, we are a trusted chef recruitment agency and we serve managers around the world with our chef recruitment service. 

Our chef recruitment is protected and secure and we aim to satisfy both employers and candidates. Our system for finding the ideal candidate is characterized by an efficient and pragmatic approach, and the related cooperation with clients ensures a successful recruitment. So visit our website and make an appointment with us.

What Does Our Chef Recruiting Agency Do?

A professional chef employed by an Operational Chef Consultant must have excellent communication skills to communicate information effectively. He needs to really control the time and also make it do teenage time management skills. He should be a dynamic learner and use his learning ability for problem solving and important management. Also, the experienced judge must have graduated from the expected school or have recognition from a cooking school. 

Our Best Chef Recruitment Agency will work with your personal recruitment consultant to determine the job profile, client requirements and requirements for competent candidates. 

With the described requirements in mind, let's start by looking at possible candidates.

Coordinate interviews, obtain references and conduct professional background checks. 

Showing potential candidates to the client with independently collected reliable profiles with application reports

To ensure some input from the clients on the advertised candidates, we have created a chef recruitment agency contact person.

What are the benefits to hire us?

Deep market knowledge 

Our chef recruitment agency has been notable in the field of recruitment and consultancy since its inception. In addition, our candidates benefit daily from our extensive general contacts in the salon serving food and travel industries. Ex- If you are looking for a Temporary Kitchen Porter Jobs in UK, we also provide temporary kitchen porter jobs with ease. 

A large pool of qualified candidates 

 Thanks to our long-term relationship with our candidates, our chef recruitment agencies can offer a variety of qualified and strong candidates that we have known for a long time.  

International locations 

In the central markets of our offices around the world, we offer in-depth marketing training as well as profitable and specialized support.  

Experienced consulting experts 

 Many of our highly competent experts have extensive experience in the hotel, lifestyle or tourism industry. Each of them is experts in their field and has additional skills in the financial aspects of the company. 

Stock search 

Our chef recruitment agency simply pays for recruitment, while our permanent private chef hire competitors have shown what else we can guarantee to replace a candidate once for free, if the client or candidate ends the contract on the deadline. 

Trust, reliability and confidentiality 

Reliability and confidentiality and a strong complement of selection metrics and strict characterization and adherence to data validation rules demonstrate our mastery and know-how approach to working with candidates and clients.

Why Only Operational Chef Consultant for hire a Kitchen Porter?

Kitchen porter is a basic job in the restaurant industry that gives many a start in the food industry. The main job of a kitchen janitor is to help the restaurant where he works to be as clean and organized as possible. 

So if you're looking for the best place to Hire a kitchen Porter, you've come to the right place. At Operational Chef Consultants, we have the professional expertise to offer Kitchen Porter at an affordable price. We ask the tenants of our rental kitchen to clean the pots, pans and other dishes that the cooks use to prepare food. 

It is also their job to ensure that the kitchen utensils are hygienic and placed in the right places. Many kitchen tools also play a role in the cooking process. Depending on the restaurant, this may include washing, peeling and cutting the ingredients. Some restaurants ask the food porter to help the chefs prepare basic salads and desserts.

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[aevallare]

They’re doomed in every way imaginable. There’s a vampire lord down one road and ceremorphosis down another.

Astarion's fangs pierce her skin. Auri never asks him to stop. She lets him take for as long as he likes.

a playlist for auri and astarion as featured in kindred, depicted here by the ever-gracious @ladyofthecreeddraws.

SELECTED TRACKS:

modern day cain - IDKHOW | say it right - nelly furtado | make a move - icon for hire | 27 - fall out boy | teeth - five seconds of summer | silver springs - fleetwood mac | curses - the crane wives | look at the sky - porter robinson | GODS - newjeans | it's not a fashion statement, it's a fucking deathwish - my chemical romance | vertigo - griff | give me my halo - YONAKA | lightbringer - 2WEI | darling - halsey

[oukabarsburgblr]

drabble...

"Daisuke...wake up. You promised me you'd accompany me this time."

There were quiet noises of (m/n) whining while shaking a sleeping ravenette, the (h/c) kneeling beside the arranged thick futon in the dim room. "Mmm..." A groan escaped the ravenette's lips who rubbed his sleepy eyes, opening to see a pouting (h/c) over his face, possibly the greatest thing to wake up to in the mornings.

"...where's Haru?" "He's still asleep. I knew that bitch wouldn't wake up." "Sousuke?" "Like a log." A stifled laugh came from Daisuke as he groggily sat up, pinching (m/n)'s cheek. "I'm up, I'm up." He beckoned the (h/c) to stop sulking.

The four friends were on a glamping trip and (m/n) had a tradition to always explore the town nearby on the second day of the trip in the early morning, but almost every night before, they would play games or pull some random bullshit to tire themselves out so (m/n) was left alone most of the time.

Sousuke had been the solo driver of the trip yesterday so there was no point to waking his tired ass up, Haru was ignoring his pleas and Daisuke had promised him that he would wake up that morning to accompany his adventures.

Now here he finds himself, brushing his teeth and washing himself, getting ready to explore the nearby town. It wasn't remote nor rural, in fact the place was quite popular for tourists so he wasn't exactly surprised when he drove with (m/n) to find a huge shopping complex.

Daisuke wanted to laugh when he saw their outfits when (m/n) pulled out his shirt from his bags. They were matching to say the least, Daisuke Yuichi donned in a white polo shirt, beige khakis and a navy cap on top of his rich black hair. (m/n) (l/n) with a beige sweater, brown pants and a printed scarf tied around his head with strands of (h/c) nested snugly and a pair of sunglasses perched on top as well.

It looked like they were on a date. Well, Daisuke already considered that the second Sousuke wasn't waking up as (m/n) pulled him in further into the shopping mall. "Should I try this?" The (h/c) excitedly placed a maroon glasses into the frame of his face, checking himself out in the mirror. The brand of Emporio Armani, Daisuke's second favourite, etched into the side of the temple.

"Looks good on you. Let's take it." Daisuke shrugged, his hands crossed over his beefy chest, smiling at the (h/c) switching out sunglasses where his own was now on top of Daisuke's head. "You say that with every pair I picked." (m/n) rolled his eyes.

"Doesn't help you look good in everything." He called the attendant to pack three pairs of specs, all of them (m/n) had touched when he had walked into the store, mindlessly swiping his card when the (h/c) attempted to pay for himself.

"Thanks, Daisuke. I'll buy us lunch." "You know you won't." He smirked as the (h/c) smacked his back, muttering insults under his breath. (m/n) never paid for anything around the ravenette, Daisuke using his card his dad feeds money into weekly. There was a porter he had hired from the mall's services, quietly following them around carrying (m/n)'s purchases.

He was more than happy to spoil his prince, buying him luxurious gifts for his birthdays or giving into (m/n)'s spending habits, it won't ever leave a dent into his account anyways.

If Daisuke had looked a tad bit older, maybe more like his father, passerbys would've thought it was a sugar daddy-baby situationship, it was in fact just two close friends shopping together, one of which leaning into more than friends.

His large pale hand was on (m/n)'s lower back as they waited in line in a desserts store, the two making small talk with each other with the ever increasing bags on the porter's arms.

"You'd think they'd be up by now?" Daisuke shrugged again, not even thinking of anyone else whenever he's with the (h/c). "Doubt it. They wore themselves out pretty bad yesterday." "Didn't you suggested to do rock climbing when we got here?" (m/n) glared at the ravenette.

"Hey, not my fault Sousuke wanted to go up until the top." Frankly, it was actually Daisuke challenging the redhead to see who could climb the highest since Sousuke was fairly known to be more athletic than him and he had also been the one to drove them to the homestay.

Daisuke still lost, but he was currently alone, eating ice cream with his crush so who won at the end anyways. He bit into the green pistachio soft serve treat, relishing at the taste, although he had eaten better ones before. The ravenette wiped off a smudge of caramel from (m/n)'s lips before licking his own finger mindlessly, not noticing the flustered expression the (h/c) had for a split second.

The adorable headscarf was still around his head, Daisuke always liked how (m/n) was so versatile. "Wanna check out more stuff?" "It's already past noon, Haru's going to get mad at us." "We could stay a bit longer. Swarovski is just at the other end."

(m/n) eventually caved in and exited the retail store with a few boxes of fresh jewellery and a proud look on Daisuke's face who had bought similar pieces to the (h/c)'s. He tipped the porter handsomely before driving them to their homestay, a satisfied smile resting on his lips as he unconsciously placed a hand around (m/n)'s thigh.

The (h/c) was happy he got to spend religiously today, ignoring the hand around his leg as he checked himself out in the dashboard mirror, adjusting his new maroon specs. The grin on his face dropped as soon as he saw a certain redhead frowing, his arms crossed as he stood at the entry of the homestay.

"Think he's mad?" "I don't care either way." (m/n) groaned at Daisuke's response as they parked in the driveway, the ravenette nonchalantly exiting his side and went to retrieve their purchases at the trunk of the car. The (h/c) went up to Sousuke, trying to console him while the latter only glared at the ravenette who was ignoring him.

"You idiots, do you realise how long you've been out for..." Haru had finally joined the premise, pulling at (m/n)'s ear who yelled at him, saying it was his fault for not waking up as the blonde dragged him inside the house, ready to scold how they had abandoned them past lunch.

Sousuke who had always been the one to save (m/n) from Haru's merciless jabs, ignored the pleas and instead stood face to face with a certain ravenette, holding strings of shopping bags with a straight line on his lips.

"You didn't do anything, did you?" The redhead wasn't pissed but his tone indicated that he was. Maybe he was, just a tad bit jealous that Daisuke got to spend time with (m/n) for hours alone together. "Do what? We just went shopping, dumbass."

Daisuke rolled his eyes, kicking off his shoes as he walked past the steaming redhead. "Can't say we're not dating though. Matched a bit too well today." He teased Sousuke one last time before running inside. A pissed ex-delinquent chasing after him to murder the ravenette, not liking the implications he stated.

[END SCENE]

[unedited]

Afterthoughts :

This is canon to the Sousuke Daisuke universe idc. I mean all drabbles are canon except for the smutty ones. Consider them as fun fillers, a peek inside their intertwined lives. I love Daisuke haha. I think I had been giving Sousuke a lot more love lately.

Have i ever mentioned how much I love Lee Won? Never read the manhwa but he's such an icon haha

See ya!

Taglist :

@tehyunnie @rainnyydaysworld @webwanderer @a-short-ass-disappointment @chikai-k @mello-life25 @miyuuuki @simpsations @sugar-p0p @kiiyoooo @helloanime @garlicforthewin

I keep forgetting abt the taglist😭 forgive me my loves

[destielnoirbang]

Who Framed Sam Winchester?

By queerwerewolf | @queerwolf79 Art by anyrei | @anyreiart

Coming to Ao3 on 12/27/2024

Rated Explicit | 29,180 words | No Archive Warnings Apply

Down-on-his-luck private eye Cas Novak gets hired by Angelic Studios president, Nick Vaught, to investigate a scandal involving an infamous literary character (Lit), Dean Winchester, and Vaught’s primary nemesis, Fergus Crowley. A devilish producer and prop designer who has his hands in every movie studio in Los Angeles. Crowley’s prop factory shares a wall with Lit Town, and worse yet, he owns the contract for every Lit. Every contract, that is, except for brothers Sam and Dean Winchester from the Supernatural book series. When Crowley is found murdered, Sam Winchester becomes the primary suspect and goes on the run. The villainous Judge Edlund vows to catch and destroy Sam, having discovered a means of killing Lits with a substance known only as “Pulp”. Desperate to prove his brother’s innocence, Dean demands Cas help him find his brother before the Judge does. Despite vowing to never work with another Lit after his twin brother's murder, Cas agrees. With a contentious start to their working relationship, Dean Winchester and Cas Novak begin to uncover an ever growing nefarious plot. Can Cas and Dean put a stop to this evil ploy? And more importantly, will their attraction to each other get in the way of saving the day?

[Keep reading for a sneak preview!]

“Cigars? Cigarettes?”

When I turned, it was to come face to face with Dorian Gray. Unsurprisingly, he hadn’t aged a day in about a decade or so. Now whether that was because he was a Lit, or that damned portrait… His cobalt blue eyes rivaled my own, although, if I’m honest, his were always prettier. His curly blonde hair was coifed in a pompadour and his scarlet lips were curled in a hungry smile. He was dressed in a form-fitting pair of charcoal pants and an even tighter black t-shirt that left little to the queer imagination, carrying a tray of different smokes.

“Dorian, what are you doing here?”

With a wistful, overly dramatic sigh, Dorian pouted his plush lips and said, “Work’s been slow for those of us with a little more… culture.” Which meant with how many contemporary novels were capturing the attention of audiences, any Lits from the 19th century or earlier had to get creative to make a living. This suited Dorian, considering his nature. “But I’m still exquisitely tragic.”

With a soft laugh, I nodded, reveling in his beauty for a moment, although I was far too old for him now. “Yeah, you are.”

The lights started to dim and a spotlight shined on the closed curtains. I caught Crowley in my peripheral vision, straightening his tie and sitting upright. He even pulled out a small bottle of cologne, spraying it against his neck. It reeked of licorice and cloves, the breath of a child that got into his father’s cigarette case.

I turned to Dorian with a bemused expression. “What’s with him?”

Dorian smoothed out a nonexistent wrinkle on his pants with a shrug. “Oh, Mr. Crowley never misses a night when Dean performs.”

“Got a thing for Lits, huh?”

At that, Dorian gave me a pointed look. “If I recall, you did as well at one point.”

I cleared my throat and grabbed my drink, gulping down half of it at the implication, feeling a warmth at the memories that comment conjured. The crowd grew silent and the band could be heard from the pit, warming up their instruments. Then a familiar intro began, an infamously upbeat Cole Porter song that had been slowed down from a jazzy little jaunt to something sedated, steady, and sentimental. Just as a soft beat began, the curtains jostled and a leg popped out, bent at the knee in skin tight purple pants.

“We’re all alone… No chaperone… Can get our number… the world’s in slumber… ” A sultry, deep voice sang in a pleasant register, masterfully turning jazz to a ballad. The curtains parted and revealed one of the most breathtaking creatures I had ever seen in my life.

“Let’s misbehave…”

[mcrizzystardust]

scenes that would make me physically die and ascend to nirvana if fantasy high got an animated series the way tlovm did:

the whole scene of riz blowing off biz glitterdews fingers and fig burning his crotch

fabian eating glass

ENDING OF FRESHMAN YEAR EPISODE TWO

adding onto the last one, the whole scenes of arthur getting kristen to sneak him into heaven, and gorgug seeing mr gibbons in orc heaven

adding onto the last one!! kristen thinking shes going to go talk to sol the next time shes in heaven, and ends up finding arthur aguefort and that whole shitshow

gorgug and zelda getting ice cream (with all the bad kids tagging along LMFAO)

fig stealing + driving johnny spells' car, along with that whole fight

BOGGY THE FROGGY

fabian gut punching gorgug on the first day of school

adding onto the last one: "DETENTION! DETENTION! ALL OF YOU, DETENTION"

riz throwing up in fabians backback, gorgug then 'stealing' said backpack

tracker flirting with a completely oblivious kristen when they first meet

the hang van!!

gorgug trying to sing his parents song to porter

jawbone in kalvaxus' mouth, im sobbing jdhdjsbs

"yes, yes, bike, now, lets go get some ice cream!"

THE THISTLESPRINGS DEFENDING THEIR TREE AFTER BANDITS TRIED TO BURN IT DOWN, MFING LAWNMOWER TANK

fig, on fire, climbing thru the window

buddy cubby busting the bad kids out of jail!!!!

gorgug kissing ragh

"goldenrod!! goldenrod!! goldenrod!!"

figs sexy rat, need i say more.

riz, high out of his goddamned mind on snuff, getting his tattoos

gilear being hired as lunch lad, after jawbone takes the position of guidance counsellor!!!

fig playing guitar for bill seacaster ALL NIGHT (think of those like, "8 hours later" spongebob slides)

sandra lynn seducing garthy o'brien???? not that i particularily like this scene, but for the pure storytelling purposes

that entire fucking fight scene with the dwarves, from 'havoc on the half-pipe'

"am i my own dad???"

[bluecollarmcandtf]

Total Customer Service

My hotel famously caters to the whims of each and every guest, so I thought I'd highlight the insights of some of my staff. My "unique" recruitment process has helped me acquire an army of hard-working uniforms who are guaranteed to serve! Hopefully, this glimpse will make you want to book a visit...

(Josh) The Bellhop

I love this job, but sometimes it kills my back! Who would've thought that being a porter would wear down my body more than hard labor ever did? Don't get me wrong: I'll gladly work here forever, but most of my days aren't a walk in the park. Honestly, none of them are.

When I was a construction worker, I got paid to be outside and occasionally hammer in a nail or two. My crew was pretty notorious for just standing around all day. We were doing that when my current boss approached us. I don't remember exactly what he said, but before I knew it, we were dropping our tool belts and hardhats and following him back to the hotel!

He hired me as a bellboy, so now I offer any guest the service of lugging their suitcases up to their rooms. Since I'm just staff, I obviously can't use the elevators, (those are reserved for the guests) so I carry their things up the service stairs in the back of the building. The temperature in the stairwell is always hot as hell, so I rarely end a shift without sweating through the pits of my uniform jacket. It sucks, but the AC is saved for spaces that make guests more comfortable.

Most of the customers are pleased to see me working so hard anyway. I'm usually panting by the time I deliver their luggage to their rooms. I'll always offer to unpack their things: it's a part of the hotel's five-star service.

Then I wait and see if they need anything else from me. A lot of times, I'm the first employee the guests are able to interact with, so they're usually pretty excited to take advantage of the "all-inclusive" service our hotel is famous for.

Some of them are shy about it at first and some of them are demanding from the get-go, but I'm always happy to do whatever they ask. Even if I don't particularly like what I have to do: it's just a part of the job...I love this job...I love my boss...I love that this work is my life...

(Bill) The Housekeeper

Part of me cringes every time I get a look of myself in a mirror. Sure, I'm proud to be a housekeeper, but it's a real change of pace from back when I was a financial advisor. Part of me is nervous to think I could run into someone from my old life: a former colleague or an old customer perhaps. I'd still clean their room the same of course, but I can't help but wonder what they'd think of me while I did it.

I used to manage the hotel owner's finances. That's how we met. He persuaded me to grow his hotel as much as I could. It became an obsession of mine, and I'll have to admit that I tossed all my other customers to the side to focus on him. It was a bit out of character for me. I'm not really sure why I did that. Anyway, I was spending so much time at his hotel instead of my office that he offered me a job.

I can't recall his pitch, but it must have been a convincing one, because I dialed up my old former boss and quit. I just didn't want it anymore! It didn't even bother me that the only vacant position was in housekeeping!

I took it immediately.

I love cleaning up the messes our guests leave behind. Thinking about that is what gets me out of bed everyday, which is no easy feat since my shift starts at four in the morning. No matter how messy, gross, or bizarrely sticky a room is, I just love to get on my hands and knees and scrub every inch for them.

The best part is when a guest comes back to their room to find me making their bed or cleaning their shower. I can tell they're always pleasantly surprised to find me there.

I just keep my head lowered submissively like I'm supposed to and wait for them to take charge. They always do. Here at the hotel, us employees are completely at the customer's whim. I'll do anything they tell me to...I want to make them happy...I want to serve them...I want to obey.

(Donavon) The Waiter

Who knew waiting could create such awful migraines. I work in the hotel bar, and every day is a new storm of hungry and entitled mouths. Each table has someone who isn't happy with their meal, and they love to express their discontent in the most ridiculous ways. Sometimes it's a glass of water in my face. Sometimes it's a slap on the ass, but it's always followed by a roar of laughter!

Usually, every guest in the restaurant joins in like it's all one sick joke.

I'm not used to being treated this way. I used co-own a nearby gym, and I always made it my mission to foster a welcoming culture of respect and familiarity. I know "the customer is always right," but sometimes it is a hard fact to swallow.

The hotel's owner helped me learn that. He approached me one night at the gym and pulled out this weird swinging medallion...

I don't remember much of what he said, but I knew I had to abandon my gym. I left my wife too. We were happy, but I couldn't work here and have other commitments.

That's how I got started waiting tables. I'd never done it before, but it's not hard when I'm constantly being told what to do. Between the customers and the boss, I spend the entire day running around fulfilling orders; table six wants more wine, table nine wants their food cut for them, table twelve wants a foot rub... you get the picture.

It's all pretty typical stuff for a restaurant, I think. The customers get full control over me and the rest of the wait staff. However, it does make serving food a little difficult at times. Last night, we had to work overtime because this one guy kept making full use of us waiters. A good chunk of my evening was spent under his table, so I had to sprint afterwards to catch up on everyone's food.

It might stress me out, but I try not to let it bother me. I'll put up with their abuse and treat them with the utmost respect like a good waiter should. I don't mind being groped and fondled by virtually every customer as I pass. Part of our service is complete access to the staff. They can do whatever they want to me...they can have me do whatever they want...they deserve that treatment...I'm meant to give them that treatment...

(Ricardo) The Kitchen Staff

This job sucks. It's the truth, but I don't think I'll ever leave. The kitchens are so steamy and uncomfortable that I constantly think about walking out and getting a breath of fresh air. Still, my hands keep scrubbing countertops and chopping vegetables.

Sometimes I think of my life before I worked at this hotel, back when I was just an aimless twenty year old hanging out at the gas station. I had so much free time then. Now, I spend every waking moment in this sauna of a kitchen getting splashed with grease and oil.

Everything changed when that stranger came up to me and my buds one day. He talked really slow and dangled this weird necklace in front of our eyes. If I didn't know any better, I might think he was trying to hypnotize us!

Obviously, that's not what happened.

He was just offering us work. He made me realize how much I needed to work. I have to do this job! I need it! All my buddies agreed too. Some of them had jobs, but they didn't mind. It's been awhile since I saw them since I'm stuck down here in the kitchen. I think one of them might be a pool boy or something? I don't remember. Whatever it is, I'm sure it's more enjoyable than washing dishes down here.

The only break we get is when a customer comes in the kitchen.

One of them burst through the doors last night. We could all tell he'd had too much to drink, but that didn't change how we treated him. Like always, me and the rest of the staff stopped what we were doing and straightened our backs out of respect. He stumbled around, licking his lips as he looked us up and down. He wasn't afraid of groping us, which any guest is more than entitled to do.

Eventually, he got to me, burping in my face before covering my mouth with his slobbery lips. I'm not gay and he had a rank odor of beer on his breath, but I wasn't going to tell a customer no!

Before long, he was ordering me on the floor and crawling on top of me. The other chefs and kitchen staff got back to work, but I was left with the responsibility of keeping the guest entertained. I'd describe it as gross more than anything. I think he might've even pissed himself, but an order is an order.

His demands were the ridiculous kind only a drunk ass would make. Still, I did everything: no matter how uncomfortable, sick, or degrading they were. That's just the expectation for employees at this hotel...we are here to serve them... I'm here to serve them...I am at their whim.

...so now you understand.

My hotel is famous for its "uniquely unlimited" customer service. Stay here and you'll always be right. You'll always have someone to pick on, laugh at, play with, or use.

Get familiar with anyone that catches your eye. I can assure you that all of my employees are handsome and thoroughly conditioned. Order the waiter to pour your food over his head; tell the housekeeper to do a little dance; command the bellhop turn around and bend over. They'll do it all, and they'll thank you for it.

So what are you waiting for. Book your next vacation with us! I promise you'll enjoy meeting the rest of my staff...

[dawnofiight]

Who tf keeps missing this bitch?

Hire Porter idk-