Cooler Weather Brings A Calmer Mind

Sunday night: so slow.

David Tennant: my only

company. Love 10.

Ambiguity

What uncertainty

is there in "no vacancy?"

You're a fucking git.

Re: You

A smile speaks volumes
and words have many meanings.
You? Always a douche.

Fuck you, Sir.

The next hotel is

nine miles north. That's way too far?

then go to Hell, sir.

Vacancies

The carafes gurgle

sounds from across the speck'd room,

Empty as your eyes.

Managers

Some things do not change.
At least, not without hammers.
Hello, Manager.

Free Form Friday: Challenge Edition

This one has nothing to do with work, but Alex K. of Teenage Misanthropy threw down the gauntlet.  Bitches take notice:  all challenges will be met with violence.  The challenge was to write a poem that rhymed "semtex" with "extramarital sex."  This one's for you, PM Kelly.

It's explosive, this.

This affair, that is.

Extramarital sex

that's like semtex.

Sandwiched

between

layers

of plastic.

It's something drastic

And something

will

end

Let Me Be!

Shriek!   A shrill voice voice screams,

violating the silence.

A petty demand.

Organization

Mislabeled shelves.  Count:

One, two, three, all is... fucked up.

How existential.

Lost

Lost?  There are four floors,

numbered sequentially.

You figure it out.

Left Turn, Jack

Am I sure?  I work

here, sir.  Of course I'm certain.

This is not Kafka.

Casual Friday

We stand,

paralyzed,

waiting for a machine.

Meaningless small talk.

You get your bill

and the coffee?

Like the Water of Lethe.

Announcement: Friday Free-Form

TO ALL EMPLOYEES

FRIDAY WILL NOW BE CASUAL FRIDAYS.  DONT TAKE THIS TO FAR AND RESPECT THE GUESTS FELLOW EMPLOYEES AND YOURSELF WHEN CHOOSING YOUR CLOTHING.

Friday Nights

Your beer breath astounds.

Wafting heavily over
the desk.  Attractive.

Schedules

Time is linear.

From Monday to Sunday, calm.

My schedule is not.

The One Guy

Sleek panther remains

clean.  His coat, spotless.  Must be

fucking the bosses.

The Beginning

I think I'll use this space to post mediocre haiku about my shitty job working night shift at a hotel.