Why My Job Rocks

Today was my first day of orientation....

I learned all sorts of new things today...the first of which being that 6 AM is a VERY rude hour to be awake.

I also learned that at the Broadmoor, it is required to be the absolute epitome of 'perky', 'peppy', and happy. You've got to value the boy scouts to work at this joint.

Here's some other trivia....

Spec Penrose only built the current Hotel because General Palmer wouldn't let the drunk ass buy the Antlers. Penrose, being the pissy alchy he was, went off and built the bigger hotel.

Prohibition happened, no one could get alcohol....except Mr. Penrose who was the resident drunkard. The ass was so drunk that he actually hid some 10000 (TEN THOUSAND) bottles of alcohol in a vault on the property and then FORGOT where he hid it. Thirty some years later, someone finds the vault o'liquor and subsequent ten thousand bottles of scotch, wine, brandy, whiskey and anything else you could consume.

Spec lost an eye in a boating accident. To prevent people from truly knowing which eye was which, he had three made, each with varying shades of red eye...so that as he got progressively drunker and drunker, he could change them out....so that his eyes were appropriately bleary.

I get to drive a golf cart!

The lake is smaller now than it was at the beginning of the hotel.

Austin Powers was filmed here (You know, the one with the scene at the end with Powers and the chick in the hotel on the honey moon.) Yep, I'm working there....

I don't have to wear the uptight uniforms....No Tuxedo Pants, Tuxedo Shirts, Cuff Links, Bow Ties and heavy black poly-blend jackets for me...no sir. My happy ass gets to wear khaki pants and a pretty green polo shirt. Boo ya! My life so rocks....

Anyway, for eight bucks an hour...I'll do damn near anything....so I'll plaster that fake smile to my face and start now.

Good Evening, Welcome to the Broadmoor....I hope you're enjoying your stay...

You rich assed Mother Fuckers.