#they work as a night auditor at a hotel

[rottenczar]

so im stuck at work for like.... a minute

[octuscle]

You’re so good at transforming others so I was wondering if I could thank you by transforming you. Who do you want to become? 😊💪

I am almost 27 years old. I graduated from university almost two years ago. Since then, I have been working for an auditing company, auditing the risk management systems of banks. Not a particularly erotic job. But well paid. I travel a lot and my working hours are also less from 09:00 to 17:00. Not good conditions for getting back into shape. I used to be a competitive athlete. Open-water swimming. My shoulders and back are still quite broad… But the waist is no longer as narrow as it was in my best days. Well… The course of life, I would say…

Sunday morning. Normally I would sleep in, go somewhere for breakfast, then maybe do a bit of work. But today I feel like going for a run. At 06:00 in the morning. In the drizzle. I'm really crazy! But running clears my head. After just under an hour, I pass an outdoor gym in the city park. Yawning empty in this weather, of course. I really enjoy it! It's almost 10:00 when I get back home. Now for a hot shower. Uh, no. A cold shower! Hardens off. And then breakfast. Low-fat quark, protein powder, bananas, some fruit. Doesn't taste particularly good. But gives me the energy I need. A bit of Resident Evil 3 to relax. And around 3 p.m. I have to make my way to the stadium. Kick-off is at 5:30 p.m., and I'd like to be in my regular place in the south curve at 4 p.m. Getting in the mood with the boys. Highlight of the week!

Hehehe, that was a good brawl with the opponent's fans last night. That's a good black eye… And my lip is still a bit swollen too. Looks a bit dangerous. Despite the crisp white shirt, navy blue suit and polished black Oxfords. Even after a year on the job, I still haven't got used to getting up early on Mondays. Mondays are usually at 03:30. An hour of push-ups and a bit of weights training, as best I can at home. And then get ready, go to the airport and usually the plane takes off at 07:00 or so. And then I'm back to being the good auditor candidate. It's not as if the job isn't fun. But especially after the weekends, which are packed with hard training and fun with the lads in and around the stadium, the changeover is tough. I can only hope that none of my customers or colleagues ask me who beat me up like that at the weekend. I can't say that I'm one of the militant Ultra fans… Well, if anyone asks, I'll say that it happened during boxing training. They'll take my word for it. At the latest when I take off my jacket and people see my shirt, which looks like it's been painted onto my skin, nobody questions the boxer in me anymore.

05:30 on a Tuesday morning. An hour's run, then an hour's workout in the hotel gym, breakfast, 09:00 at the client's desk. A routine that I would never have expected a few weeks ago when I was doing my Master's degree. With your criminal record, the blatant undercut, the tattoos on your neck and the back of your hands, you'll never get a serious job, my parents complained. But damn it, I'm clever, I'm disciplined and I'm hungry for success. In the cage at MMA, in the fan curve at the stadium, at university and now at work. And fuck, when I show up at a customer's in a suit that perfectly accentuates my athletic figure, I'm surrounded by an aura of respect. Even if I'm the rookie in the project. For the first few days, my colleagues tried to persuade me to go out for dinner or a drink with them in the evening. Not in the mood! I found a club near the hotel where I can train properly in the evenings. Not the kind of wimpy workout I get at the hotel.

I'm so fed up with this fucking Master's thesis. Pumping, eating, fighting… This is what I live for! I've been working at the martial arts school since I got my bachelor's degree. On the one hand in accounting. And also as a trainer. Shit, why do I even want anything else? Would I like it better if I became an desk jockey in some office? I suspect not.

I love the moment when I open my gym in the morning. The sweat from last night is still in the air. Whoever had the last shift yesterday didn't leave anything tidy. I do my rounds and stuff forgotten socks, jockstraps and water bottles into the lost-and-found box. Okay, I wank on it again first. There's nothing like the smell of a used jockstrap that's still a little damp. I don't officially open for another hour, so I have that long to get my body ready for the day with the weights and sandbag. Let's see how full it gets. The place isn't yet self-sustaining. But with my jobs as a bouncer and my OF account, I'm more than able to keep my head above water. At least my tattoo artist doesn't have to worry about me not paying my bills. It's better that way. After all, it's his job to make sure I'm scary!

[weaselle]

for a couple years i had a job at a big fancy hotel, and that job was Night Auditor.

That’s an overnight shift. Also, they couldn’t find anyone else who wanted the job, so I was the ONLY Night Auditor. If i wasn’t working it, one of the front dest managers had to come in all night and do it, so I worked six nights a week. Oh, and it was a ten hour shift.

Now, there was a lot to hate about that job, like, besides a single security officer i was the only employee on the property to deal with guests and i had a bunch of accounting stuff to do (like batch and balance the day’s credit card sales and send it to the bank’s computers) which was often a difficult combination.

but there is also a lot to be said for being the only person at a company who is able/willing to do a necessary job, and i miss the power dynamic of that situation.

Like, they used to have mandatory staff meetings once every two weeks from 10am to 11am. I said, hey, no, I get off work at 7am after a ten hour shift, that’s my sleeping time, they said well too bad it’s mandatory. 

So i’d go get dinner at the hotel restaurant around 8am, and i’d have a couple drinks, and then i’d take a fresh cocktail to the meeting and sit with my sunglasses on, unmoving except to take a sip from my obviously alcoholic drink.

The first time someone said something, i replied something like “i just did ten hours of work here and i’m supposed to be sleeping right now, if this is a problem i’m happy to go home instead” and they dropped it

The next time, a manager brought it up a bit more seriously, so i said something to the effect of “well i want to make sure i pass out as soon as i get home, because if i don’t get enough sleep because of this meeting i’m calling in sick for my next shift” which i knew meant that manager would have to finish the shift she was currently on and then turn around and work my ten hour over night shift too. She also chose to drop the issue.

After the next meeting, the hotel general manager (who was also on the very short list of people who could do my job if i called out) tried to tell me i was headed for a write up, so i said to him “i’m showing up to this stupid meeting while i should be sleeping when I already work 60 hours a week, and honestly it’s making me think about quitting even if you don’t write me up”

Lo and behold, not only did i not get written up, it was suddenly no longer mandatory for me to attend the front desk bi-weekly staff meeting.

[avpdvoidspace]

one thing I wish was discussed more in reference to avpd is how it affects school and work and hobbies. it's mentioned sometimes but not in great depth, and your recent post on how you can't be around someone if you don't immediately feel comfortable with them is also very relatable and applicable to other social situations too, methinks

I went to college for a week. I would stay outside til the middle of the night so I wouldn't have to be around a roommate I didn't know in a cramped dorm. I didn't go to classes. I would sit in abandoned alleys behind buildings and read so I could relax without worrying about seeing someone

tried again, moved again, lived off-campus. this time I didn't even go to school just because the thought of it becoming a reality was terrifying. I would have to interact with people I didn't know? in a field I was inexperienced in?

I've also never held a job for more than a week. it gets too overwhelming and I quit. sometimes I go though the full application and interview process, get accepted, and turn it down once I realize it entails actually working with people

same with hobbies that involve other people. maybe I'll last a day or two doing something new but if I don't immediately feel safe I'll never go again

I understand that most people imagine dating and friendships when they hear 'social' but oh my god it affects EVERYTHING. I can't even pass someone on the sidewalk without feeling like I'm about to die of fear.

(p.s. anyone and everyone is encouraged to add on I really like relating to people)

All great additions, and yeah, I have just tried to be as anonymous and hidden as possible in school and work situations. Now I'm physically disabled and unable to work and I don't miss it at all. The most stressful part was always being around people and peoples' expectations on me. I'd hide in the library room, the bathroom, and the printing room when I was a teacher's assistant. When I worked as a file clerk, I would never come out of the file room, and it was fine because the other workers would just leave the files outside to fileroom door. The best job I ever had was cleaning vacation houses, though. Even though I was working with a crew, we'd devide up and take on a different part of the rental, and I could be totally alone and just do the work. Now I spend the majority of my day completely alone trying to make a career out of one of my hobbies, and apart from the whole being poor thing, I've never been happier. As for hobbies, I have ocpd, so you know I'm going to get obsessive about a few hobbies. Of course, all of them are things I can do 100% alone. Drawing, studying languages, and single player video games. The thought of a multiplayer, especially competitive, video game fills me with unspeakable dread. Anyway, I truly wish there were more jobs where you could just work in solitude. As for now, I can only think of some janitorial/cleaning jobs, and being a hotel night auditor in a not busy area. And it'd be nice if you could get an education without having to interact with so many other people. Accomodations for agoraphobic and avoidant students? Where are these?

[probablygayattorneys]

hi! i think you have talked previously about working at a hotel (my apologies if i'm wrong), and i'm wondering if you can tell me what time of day is usually least busy for a front desk. i need to book a bunch of rooms for work, and unfortunately it's slightly complicated in a way that the 3rd-party company they use for reservations can't help me with. like i know when i worked as a restaurant hostess, if someone had called with a complicated request at 10pm, i'd be like "YES, literally anything to not stand here with nothing to do, staring into the middle distance for another hour" but if they'd done the same at 7pm on a friday, i would've wanted to reach through the phone to smack them 😅

I DID work at a hotel until last Thursday when I got fired completely out of the blue over text and from what I can tell no reason

However I am still qualified to answer this because I’ve worked at hotels for about four years now

So you’re going to want to specifically avoid 7 AM, 3 PM, and 11 PM, because those are generally shift changes so you’re either going to be put on hold for several minutes, force the employee who’s supposed to get off to stay until you’re done, or force the new employee to go right into their shift without getting an overview of anything that might have happened during the previous shift they need to know about.

3 PM is also usually when check in starts so there can be a line already waiting. I don’t know what your schedule is but tbh I would suggest calling around midnight, just to give the night auditor something to do, but if it is really complicated and you might have to get a manager involved, best time to do that would be a weekday between 11-3, since that’s usually after all the check outs are gone but before the new ones have arrived, but as long as the manager still keeps usual office hours, they should be there.

[enby-denby]

Seeing as there are three days left of my little TADC poll, and knowing full well that a majority of the votes have already been cast and the winner has all but been chosen, I'd like to give a deeper summary of each to both hype up those who've voted already for their choices and to give people seeing it for the first time a more informed choice. I meant to do this sooner, but I was doing the Dead Colonizers feast with my family for the past two days. Anyway, here are your fics:

Chess Gang Flashback: This fic would begin in the development crew at C&A noticing that their first playtester wasn't exiting the game on schedule and sending in a (way too) elite team of administrators to rescue said employee. As admins, they default to a form reminiscent of the Admin icons on their work laptops: chess pieces, to be precise. Kinger tries to lead the way, even when he no longer remembers the plan, Queenie will make power moves until she realizes how powerless she really is, and Bishop tries to do good by his Lord only to be corrupted by the divinity of the digital world. And the others? The rook, the knight, and the lost pawn? They may not outlast the others, but their actions will have lasting impacts.

Hotel Staff AU: Exactly what it says on the tin, really, t1he circus is instead a hotel that everyone works at. Pomni is a Valet, Caine is her manager that is friendly and supportive (when he makes himself availible, that is), Ragatha is a Front Desk Auditor that helps her a lot with paperwork, Jax is a porter that never does more than his job description and screws around with his coworkers, Gangle is a bellhop who puts on a happy face for guests only to duck into the bell closet to cry about getting stiffed on tips, Zooble is a bartender at the hotel bar who doesn't talk much and leaves as soon as their shift ends but sometimes brings Pomni water or soft drinks, and Kinger is the property manager for this (and several other) hotels whose gone a little crazy from being run ragged. The main six work the same night shift schedule, dealing with all sorts of weird guests, requests and personal stresses (including some not so digital, not so doomed yuri).

Pomni is a System and Ragatha is queer: I envisioned these as not one fic but two intertwined stories; both would share a single canon and events from one would effect the other, but could be read in either order. One half of this series is Pomni's traumatic first day resulting in her splitting into a system. Below is an illustration of the colorful cast of characters this story would feature, all within the colorful character they all live in, inside-out style:

The other half focuses on Ragatha, her sewing skills, and the wonderful and horrible "personal project" that she keeps grafting to herself to cope with circus life/past traumas around her femininity. I am trying to talk around tumblers censors, so just know this: it's one part spicy fantasies, one part skin-crawling descriptions of the reality of what this sort of fabric-surgery would entail. The inflection point of these two narratives is that Pomni and Ragatha would confide their coping skills with one another and bond in the process.

One Shot where Pomni Meets Bishop: this one will make more sense after the Chess Gang Flashback, but it doesn't neatly fit into that narrative. Instead, this story finds Pomni lost in another distant courner of the circus, a land claimed by an exiled zealot. The former wants answers about the circus, the latter wants another convert to his ideology... or otherwise manipulate her to play the role he thinks is needed to be played. All told it would be a clash of chaos and order, of logic and belief, and is going to be full of emotional (perhaps even literal) bombshells.

Toy Story AU: this I came up with on a complete whim when making the poll, but I have developed the idea some what. I'm honestly torn between making Caine a human (controls the games, comes and goes as he pleases, unaware of the suffering he is inflicting on his toys, etc) and a toy in the position of Woody (lays out the rules of being a toy, his design, bringing Pomni back when she strays) but I know I want Pomni to be confused and resentful of her existence as a plaything. Her idea of an exit is the toys leaving the bedroom and forming a society out in the woods, but the other toys are skeptical of her plans. One cool thing about this story is I can call out the darker aspects of Toy Story's premise, like the fact that freezing up seems to be an involuntary reflex on the toy's part.

New person joins the circus: this would be the introduction of another oc, this one a living stuffed animal named Totes. Initially believing the circus to be a big silly drug trip, they seemingly shrug off the weirdness of the circus and embrace their half weasel, half tote-bag existence with ease... until they sober up, and Pomni finds herself having to navigate a role similar to the one Ragatha had for her when she first arrived. This is definitely one of the narratives that leans into the circus being a grim and endless cycle, and thus this fic represents an inflection point of Pomni reflecting on this shared, miserable experience.

Zooble Theseus' Ships Themself: another "throw it in" idea, but a wonderful thought experiment to explore that I imagine they have done at some point. This fic would explore the nature of a being that can swap out every part of themselves, except for an intangible piece of sapience that is not transferred to any one piece. This is proven when the reformed Zooble tries to make a second self with the swapped-out pieces, and fails.

Descendants Style story: Somebody has to do this, and in a sense many fans on Tumblr have laid the groundwork with their fan kid designs. This would take place after a sort of "balance patch" to the game that would allow the humans in the circus enough autonomy to have children in some capacity or another, and rather than going on many small adventures Caine sends a group of said descendants on a grander adventure as a sort of coming of age ritual. There will be goofy enemies, fun dynamics between the circus kids, deep existential questions on the humanity of said children, and what their future might hold being trapped in the same world as their parents.

Pomni becomes the "New Old Guard": this is the natural conclusion of the "Circus as an inescapable cycle" line of stories, with no concessions made with whimsical twists or pretense of escape. And we rip that bandaid off harshly with the first chapter detailing the abstraction of Ragatha coinciding with yet another new arrival, the combination of which triggers some horrendous PTSD and survivor's guilt. If she can make it even a quarter of the time Kinger had made it-- or even through the next week-- it will be a miracle.

Good/Steak Dinner ending: if the above was a True Bad ending, then this is the opposite. A few years after escaping the circus, the main six have gotten physical and mental therapy, as well as justice. But not much money, just enough to cover their bills and a single very nice meal for their troubles. The story of their escape and the aftermath of their stay is told as playful reminiscing over drinks and appetizers, their lasting anguishes carved out of porterhouse and ribeye entrees; as the night winds down and the humans start to return to their old lives, the second oldest member of the circus and the last victim of that digital hell get their just desserts.

So, there's the loglines for each. And as necessary I will make more art as I develop each idea/feel like I need to. But as you can see, there's a reason I am so indecisive about these ideas that I am putting these fics to committee. I think up/mentally expland upon these fics faster than I can write them, and the data I am getting from Tumblr is giving those brainstorms a direction to consistantly burrow in. Get out the vote, my fellow TADC Tumblerites!

[mistergandalf]

Well now I want to know about the haunted hotel

Ooh yes soo I worked at this one hotel that was built in the 1920s. Several people died there, of course, over its history. One person fell down an elevator shaft from a high floor after it got stuck and he tried to crawl out. One of my coworkers there would say he was haunting the 4th elevator, but I don’t believe that at all because 1. That elevator just sucks and 2. The dude died in the OTHER building they don’t use anymore. Like did he get lonely and decide to haunt the elevators on the side that gets used instead?? Whatever.

I DO have a photo a guest took up in the ballroom on the top floor that looks like there’s a woman in a blue dress! Just vaguely. They showed it to a security guy who sent it to me. It’s unclear enough to be a possible trick of the lens, and clear enough to possibly be a ghost. Here it is (with an identifying part of the photo cropped out):

The guest was up there at night all by herself, so idk who this could have been if it wasn’t a person. But it could just be a trick of the light, who knows!

THIRD STORY ABOUT THAT HOTEL. One morning I came into work, and I had two night auditors on that night. They told me that someone kept calling from the 11th floor and asking what day is it, what time is it etc. and they would tell her, but she kept calling. One of them asked her what room she was in, and she said a room number we don’t have. So they called security to see who was up there, but security didn’t find anyone… but while security was up there, literally standing RIGHT BY the phone this person kept calling from, SHE CALLED AGAIN. No one to be seen. SPOOPY

[junebugwriter]

Tiring night. I work overnight as a hotel night auditor, and a lot of that is a pull between customer service and managing certain accounting tasks for the next day, which is a pretty easy job all things told, as long as the "customer service" variable is relatively manageable. However, it was a Friday night, and those are usually rough. Phones ringing off the hooks, guests lining up in front of me, you know the drill. It can be maddening.

I get the feeling it wasn't supposed to be like this. None of this is supposed to be like this. The more money people have to blow, the angrier they seem. I'm doing a the job of a supervisor for the pay of an entry level worker, and I've done so for six months, since the time the last overnight supervisor quit. I've just... kind of done it. Nobody asked. I've trained several people in that time. I've applied for the supervisor job, too. I've been told for a month now that any day now, the "promotion" will be mine. My pay hasn't gone up. My authorization hasn't gone up. I'm still just doing the same thing I've always been doing, for not nearly enough money.

But my story is hardly unique, isn't it? Companies don't do anything unless they are forced to. Management doesn't care about the workers until they are made to care. But I'm isolated. There are three (3) total overnight auditors at this hotel with service for over 600 rooms. We should have at least 6 people doing this job. But we don't. Because we've gotten by without it for so long, the management seems to think it's going to be fine forever. I've told my direct boss, who is fine and who gets it (tm) because she was a front desk worker not long ago and deals with all the front line bullshit on a regular basis. She's been fighting for me. But management has never responded to any email I've ever sent. They've never corresponded. I've only ever seen the current front office manager twice. In five years. Once was on accident as I was leaving. The other time was when he had just started working here. I had been here for three years at that point. I've outlasted three rounds of management hiring and firing.

From what I can tell, though, this is how it is EVERYWHERE. Every time I talk with other hotel staff, or with other service workers, or hell, even with OFFICE workers, people are being over-extended. This goes well beyond burnout. I mean, I'm burnt out. I know I am. But I'm managing doing this job full time, while writing a PhD dissertation... and now managing gender dysphoria and beginning transition, too. It's all so much. Everything is just happening so fast, it feels like the world is accelerating so fast, and nothing will ever slow down, get easier, or get better.

I don't know of any person my age who has hope things will get better any time soon. Unless we all do something about it, nothing will get done. I tried a union, but the anti-union work is very real around here. Also, I work with max 3 other people a night. I don't see the bulk of the work force, so organizing isn't exactly something I'm primed to do. Not that "organizing" is a thing I'm at all good at anyways.

I just feel so fucking fried, so tired. I know part of it is my disability, but I also just know that this isn't how things are supposed to be, either. Nobody should have to do all the shit we have to deal with. Nobody should be paid pennies for working at a place you could never in a hundred years reasonably afford given our wages. Yet here we are. And the worst part? Management keeps finding new, stupider ways to scam people out of their money, which makes customers madder because they KNOW that they're being scammed--and take it out on the service workers!! As if we're in any position to do anything about the pricing that was decided by the upper levels of everything! As if we don't already know that the hotel is garbage, overpriced, and only this expensive because we're in a tourism town!

I work all the fucking time, to the point where I don't want to do anything on my days off because I need the time to recover. But recovery never comes. Just more anxiety, more worry, more work. And it seems never ending.

It shouldn't be like this. This cannot continue. But it will, until we have a broad and connected working class to push back against the powers that be. I know, I'm isolated, disenfranchised, and disenchanted intentionally, that's how capitalism works. But goddamn, each day feels like we're all squealing into the next on bald tires and broken brakes, but if we stop, we starve.

This cannot continue. It all has to burn, so we can build a better world in the ashes of the old.

[nominativecase]

i have had to work full time or near full time for a considerable percentage of my youth to be able to afford living expenses and school and now have a very long resume and a lot of skills

i have been a library assistant, a mobile device technician, a thai ice cream roller, a receptionist, an event planner, a barista, a line cook, a butcher, restaurant front of house, a hotel night auditor, a web designer and webmaster, a bartender, a restaurant and bar manager, a graphic designer, a social media manager, a copywriter, and a civil servant

and that doesn’t even count the two degrees i have in archaeology and linguistics

i always give everything my best effort and go above and beyond at every job i work at and learn everything very fast, but the thing about getting hired with a long resume is only the least organized, poorly managed employers will hire me

and so i always end up in some job where i am burnt out and mistreated because nowhere reasonable will hire me in spite of the fact that i am very qualified

i have no work/life balance and am unable to wholeheartedly enjoy even my time outside of work

i am convinced that i don’t actually have a future and am horribly depressed

i don’t mean to be pessimistic, if anyone has any words of wisdom, i’d be very appreciative

[rhaenin-time]

There's a certain, not even unspoken, just unwritten rule about night auditing that, in exchange for being obscenely underpaid to work an extended graveyard shift as the only staff on site who is therefore responsible for everything even up to police/fire/hockey emergencies, that you are allowed and even expected to pursue your own interests in those late hours of the night. The ones you're only there for the occasional task or incident.

Even guests who awaken in the middle of the night, expect to find a night person typing away on a writing or study project. It's everyone's image of a night auditor, after all.

The problem is that, even though this understanding is used to justify incredibly low pay for a high amount of responsibility, it's not PROTECTED. So you're in this weird limbo where it's expected of you, but you're also expected to not be caught by anyone who disagrees with that agreement.

What I'm saying is, there was once a time when I could and would use those hours to honor my skills by writing fic. And then the owner started spending more time in this city - and staying at the hotel. And now that unwritten agreement is suddenly no longer agreed upon.

Yet the pay does not change. The job does not change. The empty hours do not change. But now those night auditorly habits can no longer take place. There can be no laptops on the desk. And who in the world would ever write fic on a company computer. And yet, in those late hours it's apparently still okay to become a little distracted, as long as you're not being productive in a way not related to work???

Anyways, we're allowed to slack off on our phones but not do actual writing or studying with books and computers. Because owners own the world.

Capitalism sucks.

Capitalism is the death of art.

[sleepyleftistdemon]

I thought I was too old, broken down, and overweight to be the subject of that sort of thing anymore. But then, sexual harassment is not about sex, it’s about power and control. 

[2002104]

My Unforgettable First Day at 1 Hotel Toronto

Stepping into the world of work can be both exciting and nerve-wracking. As I embarked on my career journey, I had the privilege of starting my first day at 1 Hotel Toronto, an eco-conscious oasis nestled in the heart of the city of Toronto as a Night Auditor.

As I walked through the wooden doors of 1 Hotel Toronto, I was greeted by a wave of tranquility. The lush greenery and sustainable design immediately made me feel connected to the hotel's commitment to environmental responsibility. 1 hotel Toronto itself has more than 3000 plants in the property. The warm smiles of the staff set the tone for what would be an extraordinary day.

My morning began with a thorough orientation session. The hotel's dedication to sustainability was evident in every aspect of its operations, from its use of recycled materials to its energy-efficient practices. I was inspired by their commitment to minimizing their environmental footprint and knew I was in the right place.

The people at 1 Hotel Toronto are its heart and soul. I was introduced to a diverse and passionate team who welcomed me with open arms. Their dedication to providing exceptional service while prioritizing sustainability was both impressive and contagious.

Throughout the day, I had the opportunity to witness the magic that happens behind the scenes to create an unforgettable guest experience. From the impeccably clean and eco-friendly guest rooms to the locally sourced farm to table cuisine (everything is within 100 kilometers) served at the hotel's restaurant, every detail was carefully considered.

My first day at 1 Hotel Toronto was nothing short of amazing. It reinforced my commitment to pursuing a career in a place where sustainability, exceptional service, and a strong sense of community converge. I can't wait to see what the future holds as I embark on this exciting journey with a team that shares my passion for making the world a better place, one guest at a time.

If you're ever in Toronto, I wholeheartedly recommend visiting 1 Hotel Toronto or any of it's venue such as Casa Madera, Harriet's Rooftop, Flora Lounge and 1 Kitchen. It's not just a hotel; it's a sustainable sanctuary where a commitment to the planet and the well-being of its guests are at the forefront of everything they do.

[hiseternalmayfly]

@transchainsawman @millionmix combining yours!

🐷 Junk food you can never get enough of

Mother fucking brownies. Love them bitches

🏢 Your job (You don’t have to be specific) or dream job if you don’t work

I work as a hotel night auditor and I have since 2020 :)

📷 Post the 12th photo from your phone’s gallery

This is gift art given to me by my great friend and VERY TALENTED ARTIST @sortatiredartist

👾 Do you believe in aliens

Of course. I'm even dating 2! :3c

👻 Do you believe in ghosts

Without a doubt. I've had so many paranormal encounters I'm a firm believer and I'm sensitive to energies in certain places. Once went to wounded knee and I got so sick and got better as soon as we left

[maximumwobblerbanditdonut]

The Night Manager Season 1 was AMC’s adaptation of John le Carre’s post-Cold War novel. Published in 1993, Night Manager follows a British soldier-turned-luxury hotel auditor (Tom Hiddleston) who gets roped into an intelligence operation (Olivia Colman) to take down an internationally renowned arms dealer (Hugh Laurie).

The Night Manager Season 1 was the story behind the 1993 novel, which become a hugely successful BBC television drama.

The most striking thing about The Night Manager, the gripping BBC adaptation of John le Carré’s novel is that it is true. Not literally a true story of course. The events and people depicted in the drama never existed. There is no semi-independent internal investigation unit within MI6 called the International Enforcement Agency. But, Suave, sophisticated, discreet: the real-life hotel manager who inspired le Carré.

The book and series revolve around the establishment of trust: the building of confidence between an agent and his source, between an agent and the officer controlling him, and between an agent and the target. The MI6 officer Angela Burr (Olivia Colman) must persuade Pine to trust her; he in turn must get the evil Richard Roper (Hugh Laurie) to trust him.

Hiddleston with Elizabeth Debicki (Jed), Tom Hollander (Corkoran) and Hugh Laurie (Roper) in Roper’s lair, La Forteleza DES WILLIE/BBC

The Night Manager miniseries was a six episodes event series, directed by Susanne Bier and co-produced by AMC, BBC One (which was air it in Great Britain) and Ink Factory. David Farr (Spooks) wrote the adaptation.

The first season starred Olivia Colman, Hugh Laurie, David Hareweood, Katherine Kelly Tom Hollander, Elizabeth Debicki and Tobias Menzies. It nabbed three Golden Globes, awarding Hiddleston, Laurie and Coleman for their work in the limited series. It also scored two Emmys (for directing and musical composition).

There were some classic Le Carré lines in the penultimate, episode of Season 1: “Anyone can betray anyone,” then, later, “the whole system keeps the country where we want it ... we made Richard Roper”.

The Night Manager season 2 would come seven years after the first's original run…but is finally coming, with Tom Hiddleston returning as the protagonist currently in the works at Amazon Prime Video and BBC.

Le Carré never actually wrote a sequel to the novel The Night Manager is based on, preferring always to just write standalone stories, which means there's no existing blueprint to base a second outing.

According to Deadline, the next series will meet Hiddleston's Pine in the present-day learning the news that Laurie's Roper has been killed in custody. That revelation triggers a series of events more deadly and challenging than the first.

There's no news yet on whether anyone else from the original series is coming back, although Colman's MI5 agent makes sense as an ally as well as Debicki's Jed from the romantic past. With Laurie's character dead on impact, it's unlikely he'll be back.

Filming is set to start this summer in the UK and South America, supposedly on a two-season order. If that goes ahead as planned, it's unlikely we'll get anything before 2024, especially considering how glossy and high-budget the first go around was.

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My insomnia and antisocial personality are finally paying off. I started working overnight shifts as a night auditor at the hotel, and frankly, I'm living for it. I was made for this shift. Plus, no one can judge me for eating chicken noodle soup at 330 in the morning anymore and calling it dinner. Not a single soul. ✌️

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Hotel Worker's Nuisance

Hotel Worker's Nuisance https://ift.tt/5c6dr9H by lilyfarseer It's Hockey Tournament time, which means a hotel filled to the brim with hockey players both young and college-aged. It's not the college kids that Clint has issues with, it's the parents of the hockey kids. It wouldn't be too bad, except he's also expecting to get snowed into work. Thank god he's got a room and a place to bake at the hotel! Time to make some cookies! Words: 8146, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Series: Part 10 of Confessions of a Night Auditor Fandoms: Marvel, Marvel (Comics), Marvel 616 Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: M/M Characters: Clint Barton, Jasper Sitwell, Steve Rogers, James "Bucky" Barnes, Peter Parker, Darcy Lewis, Nick Fury, Tony Stark Relationships: Clint Barton/Phil Coulson Additional Tags: baked goods as a stress relief, snowstorm, food as a love language, snowed into work