Drugs are Bad, umkay...

Oh what a morning, already been woken up by an early hourly and the police arresting a local meth dealer staying one of the rooms. The most interesting tranny I have ever seen is staying down on the end. She has eyes that are a piercing light blue, stands 6 foot at least and wears a clip on fake ponytail in the middle of her brown bouffant. Her teeth seem to be razor sharp and covered in dark red lipstick but her demeanor is very kind and gentle. The colorful life I lead! I feel like I should be getting more than 3.00 an hour plus free rent for this...yes I am pretty sure I should be. Maybe at least health benefits so that if I contract AIDS or HEP C from being forced to jump on top of the needle ridden dumpster, I can go to the hospital :) The most interesting thing I recently saw in the trash was a whole set up for tattoos. Yep, just when you think you have seen it all, someone was actually doing tattoos out of their 50.00 a night hotel room. I wonder what kind it was, maybe a name in script or possibly a nice "Smile Now, Cry Later?" lol

Anyways, back to my morning. Upon opening up the phone bill we saw that a customer had called 411 72 times in two days!!?? How is that even possible? For one, we have phone books in every room, secondly, this crackie in particular came in and took around 6 phone books from inside the office. They were extra and I said she could have them. This woman, let's call her Stevie, carries around a plastic bag full of crap. I am guessing half of it is filled with phone books. She likes to wear her hair in the highest ponytail possible with a 1950's style handkerchief wrapped around the top and falling to the sides. She, like most crackies, has from what I have seen zero teeth. She usually dons a death metal t shirt with a woman giving birth to the devil on the back and some Capri stretch pants. She rarely wears shoes and last time she was in the office she just had to show me her feet. "Look sweetie, they cut them all up in the gang rape. " It wasn't the fact that she said she was gang raped that bothered me so much, it was more in the nonchalant manner that stated it in. Her eyes spoke of many a sleepless nights which she always confirms with "Sorry, my brains not working yet, I haven't slept in a couple days!" She always comes in with a little satchel asking if I want to smoke reefer with her to which of course I reply "No, thank you" In my mind I am thinking, maybe you should stick to that and lay off the crack, but I think at 65 if you are still on the pipe there is probably no hope for you. -Sad Face. - One positive thing about the crackies though is they always leave a spotless room. Man do they like to clean. I like to give them the dirtiest room on the end and leave a spray bottle of bleach and water in there and see what it looks like the next day. The walls, toilet and vanity are sparkling! We eventually got the 300.00 charge for the 411 calls reversed but her and her posse are still not allowed to get a room here due to too much police activity and noise complaints. Stevie still calls me here and sometimes leaves messages to let me know that she is in the "Mental Health Ward" if anyone asks and that she loves me.