There are these two french guys who won't leave me alone long enough for me to go and put bills under the doors of the rooms checking out. GO AWAY. They keep talking to me about stupid crap about the shuttle being cancelled, and then blabbering on in french to each other. Well, all I have to say is this:
Partez s'il vous plaît ainsi je peux faire mon travail, merci beaucoup. Douleur française dans le derrière
... Urgh. And the phone won't stop ringing. AT ALL. Screw it, I'm doing bills now. Arg.
I love you Natalie. Because I have been getting FIFTY calls from the same two damn people asking to have their calls transferred to the SAME FUCKING rooms, I've been raging because the phone hasn't stopped ringing for 5 minutes since about 2:30 this morning. And even then its been ringing all damn night. So Natalie's answer?
"Say due to the number of in coming calls, you regret to inform her that you cannot continue being her conference hub for the same rooms."
... I love you my darling wife. <3
Partez s'il vous plaît ainsi je peux faire mon travail, merci beaucoup. Douleur française dans le derrière
... Urgh. And the phone won't stop ringing. AT ALL. Screw it, I'm doing bills now. Arg.
I love you Natalie. Because I have been getting FIFTY calls from the same two damn people asking to have their calls transferred to the SAME FUCKING rooms, I've been raging because the phone hasn't stopped ringing for 5 minutes since about 2:30 this morning. And even then its been ringing all damn night. So Natalie's answer?
"Say due to the number of in coming calls, you regret to inform her that you cannot continue being her conference hub for the same rooms."
... I love you my darling wife. <3
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aggravatedCurrent Music: Lady GaGa - Beautiful Dirty Rich (NATALIE'S FAULT!!!)
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