Where is the strangest place you have slept?
'lardaholics anonymous' was bored and started a new question over in the old question, so the least we can do is make it official. What with New Year's celebrations coming up, asking for the strangest place you have slept is nicely appropriate too.
In case you are wondering, Portsmouth beach in the fog. Very strange waking up to that.
( , Fri 29 Dec 2006, 8:57)
'lardaholics anonymous' was bored and started a new question over in the old question, so the least we can do is make it official. What with New Year's celebrations coming up, asking for the strangest place you have slept is nicely appropriate too.
In case you are wondering, Portsmouth beach in the fog. Very strange waking up to that.
( , Fri 29 Dec 2006, 8:57)
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Transfer Day Specials
Every sunday in the hotel I used to work in used to be transfer day. All the guests would leave early in the morning, and all the hotel staff would start at about 7am to deep clean all the rooms and public areas ready for the new guests. It was a gruelling day and finished at about 10pm after dinner.
However, you became the stuff of legend if you pulled a Transfer Day Special. Saturday night, you'd go out drinking, and stay out till the local nightclub closed at 4; 3 hours of sleep and then a 15 hour day of hard physical work. I attempted this only once.
Totally ratarsed at about 3 o'clock I caught sight of a lovely female in the nightclub, and tried my luck. My drunken charm worked, and she accompanied me back to mine at 4. Drunken monkey sex ensued, and we got to kip at about 5.30. An hour and a half of sleep later and rudely awakened by my phone, we parted and I trudged to the hotel. I was nearly dead. I thought my heart was going to stop. The wonders of black coffee sorted me out for about 2 hours, before I pulled out a bed to hoover behind it.
I was found by my manager, kneeling on the floor, head on the skirting board with a Henry Hoover on full whack next to my ear. I was tired.
( , Tue 2 Jan 2007, 22:32, Reply)
Every sunday in the hotel I used to work in used to be transfer day. All the guests would leave early in the morning, and all the hotel staff would start at about 7am to deep clean all the rooms and public areas ready for the new guests. It was a gruelling day and finished at about 10pm after dinner.
However, you became the stuff of legend if you pulled a Transfer Day Special. Saturday night, you'd go out drinking, and stay out till the local nightclub closed at 4; 3 hours of sleep and then a 15 hour day of hard physical work. I attempted this only once.
Totally ratarsed at about 3 o'clock I caught sight of a lovely female in the nightclub, and tried my luck. My drunken charm worked, and she accompanied me back to mine at 4. Drunken monkey sex ensued, and we got to kip at about 5.30. An hour and a half of sleep later and rudely awakened by my phone, we parted and I trudged to the hotel. I was nearly dead. I thought my heart was going to stop. The wonders of black coffee sorted me out for about 2 hours, before I pulled out a bed to hoover behind it.
I was found by my manager, kneeling on the floor, head on the skirting board with a Henry Hoover on full whack next to my ear. I was tired.
( , Tue 2 Jan 2007, 22:32, Reply)
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