Captain Poopypants thinks I’m cute

Dear Diary, Sometimes I’m wrong … like REALLY wrong, and I deeply hate it! Once during my time as the manager for the low-income hotel, I was having a conversation with a coworker when I was interrupted by a very loud and very unusual noise.  I left the conversation to check out the lobby whenRead more

Invisible hammers and couch beds

Dear Diary, When life gives you invisible hammers, make couch beds. I was working at the low-income hotel, in the middle of another hectic day of trying to solve problems for an excessive number of people.  Ronald approached the front desk with a demeanor of defeat and frustration.  He had been by several times recently,Read more