Kids will be KIDS
Posted by Rhodester at May 17, 2008 6:44 AM and is filed under uncategorized 
We were all young once. Some of you still are. I'm moderately young I guess, but it's a matter of perspective.. compared to coffeesister's
grandparents, I'm a kid. Compared to the kids running around the hotel
this weekend, I'm not so much.. but I remember what it was like. I
remember the blatant disregard for authority when it came to having
fun. I remember the wild partying with the hope of not being caught, and not much
thought given to what would happen if we were.Hotel Security is my bill paying job, and this weekend I'm earning every cent. A lady in the sales department booked two fraternities in here for the weekend; UCLA and USC. She warned me earlier in the week, and she looked SO sorrowful and apologetic as she told me, I almost ended up feeling sorry for HER.. but she's not the one who has to be here all night Friday and Saturday.
They like to run up and down the halls, banging on the doors of innocent people trying to sleep. They throw beer bottles off the balconies and yell obscenities at each other. They like to party too. Loudly. In the rooms and out at the pool.
It's all quiet now.. 5:30 Saturday morning as I write.. and I'm glad not to have evicted anyone. A few came close, but they quieted down after I told them they'd be on the street if I had to come back to their respective rooms. They called me "sir."
God, I feel old.
When coffeesister and I get a hotel room, I'm worried about the TV volume. I read a lot. I cringe when the hallway ice machine makes a huge crashing noise as it deposits its chilly product into my bucket at two in the morning. I talk softly.
God, I'm getting old.
That girl last night was SO sweet, calling me "SIR" the way she did, and batting those lashes at me. I was shutting down the party, and telling them if I had to come back they'd be going to Holiday Inn. No refunds. She thanked me for "being so awesome, and giving us a chance." Then she batted and smiled. Cute. Cute young thing. Secretly I was putty, but I didn't let on.
God, I'm old.
I'm back in tonight, and they'll all still be here, because they're booked through the weekend. They'll do it all again and I'll have to be a big, mean jerk. I don't care for it. I don't care for evicting anyone unless they assault me or something, and I don't care for having to be adamant about anything, because I'm really not. I put the "easy" in the term 'easy going', so I'm really in the wrong job. I'd rather write, so if all of you will just deposit something into my paypal account, maybe I can quit the day job.. er, night job.
I may be old, but I'm only Kidding!
I'm not one to solicit funds, or even run ads, but ads will appear on the upcoming transformation of this blog. Don't worry, they'll be entirely unobtrusive, just hanging around in case you're in the mood to buy something. They won't pop up, pop down or pop out. They won't drop or roll. They'll just be sitting there quietly off to the side, and hopefully not being all flashy because that's really distracting, but sometimes it's hard to control who runs ads on a space. If they flash at you and it's really annoying, just tell me and I'll take them off. You're more important than any dumb old ads.
I think I'll go order breakfast from the kitchen now. That's one of the perks of having to be the grumpy guy who goes around telling cute young things to quiet down and put their tops back on. I get free omelettes, hash browns and bacon.
I better go easy on the cholesterol though, I'm getting old.
We're all getting old, but that's a good thing. With age (hopefully) comes maturity and a care for others. Actually I think getting old is a lot like getting drunk. You become more like who you really are. You blame age (drink) on what you are. You tend to fall asleep (pass out) easily to older/drunker you get. One good thing is that waking up after you're done being drunk is bad, but waking up after you're done being old is wonderful.
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Good analogy, Scott. And the last line is humorously spot-on. It's big-time bliss over-yonder.
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Yep, that last line is quotable, and shall be quoted by me someday.
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Free lessons available on really, really getting old.
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Awesome, let's meet at the senior center at, say, drool o'clock.
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HA! The e-mail I received from the "Quote-of-the-Day Mailing List" today offered this proverb:
“But with what incessant and grievous ills is old age surrounded!”
(|_|*to my ag-ed hunny*|_|) ~_^
“Age is an issue of mind over matter. If you don't mind, it doesn't matter.” -- Mark Twain
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Hey, and they were both incessant AND grievous! Shakespeare?
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In my day, we didn't have hotel security. Or hotels. We had to run down the street banging on doors. Naked. And we loved it!
No worries Mr. Cranky Pants. It all must just be part of this whole "blossoming" thing we keep hearing about.
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Cool, a new nickname. "The Chronicles of Cranky Pants".. it works!
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I know, bro. I was always taught to respect my elders, but it's getting harder and harder to find one.
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How about that Abraham dude? Isn't he like a thousand years older than you or something?
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Omigosh, THANKS for asking!! Let me take this (unusual) opportunity to explain. Abraham (singular) is actually a group (plural) of non-physical teachers who give answers to questions of all sorts via Esther Hicks of San Antonio, Texas. Esther has been doing this gig, via workshops and recordings, for 20 years, and no one is more amazed by the process than she and husband, Jerry. They're really normal type folks. He was a businessman and she was office worker when all this began. Even though they've been giving workshops for years in our beloved ex-town of Ashland, Oregon, they probably stick out like sore thumbs there. (No Birkenstocks, no dreadlocks - it's surprising they're allowed in the city limits.)
I digress. Yes, Abraham is/are very old. In fact, they're eternal beings, just like we all are, at our core sans corpse. In fact, each of us has an old but not decrepit Inner Being that comprises part of this group of non-physical teachers.
So, yes, this conglomeration called Abraham is very old, sometimes simply referring to themselves as the "Old, Dead Guys." But they don't ask for one whit of respect from us young upstarts in physical expression. They're far more interested in helping us learn to respect ourselves.
Sweet.
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Chalk in hand.. commence writing..
MUST quit opening doors for karen.. MUST quit opening doors for karen.. MUST quit opening doors for karen.. MUST quit opening doors for karen.. MUST quit opening doors for karen.. MUST quit opening doors for karen.. MUST quit opening doors for karen.. MUST quit opening doors for karen.. MUST quit opening doors for karen.. MUST quit opening doors for karen.. MUST quit opening doors for karen.. ad infinitum
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Note to self, Sharpie in hand: MUST keep finding creative new ways to trick Rhodester into opening doors for moi....
(Mwah-ha-ha) (Old Dead Guys emit pseudo-evil laugh.)
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