Hello, Good-Bye, Tigers, and Death

Back in June when I was offered a position with a small hotel in Las Vegas, I never imagined I would be where I am today. In a matter of four months my life has completely turned itself around. I have found myself in the best situation I have been in, in a number of years. I have moved into my own place, my car is almost paid off, I have a new dog, Frankie, who I love more than I could possibly describe, and now I have left my position at the small hotel for the best opportunity anyone could hope for. I accepted, and have just begun training for the position of Front Desk Supervisor at a world famous hotel and casino on the Las Vegas Strip. Unfortunately, I will not be able to divulge the name of the hotel of course, however Tigers love the bathrooms in our suites and the closets are so large you might just leave your baby in one (HINT HINT!!!!!!!).

As excited as I am to begin this new journey of mine, I leave my previous employer completely traumatized, and with a heavy heart. As I am sure some of you who are Facebook friends with me read of my discovery on my final day of employment. And still, days later it is difficult for me to still comprehend that we found a dead body in one of our rooms. Though no foul play was suspected, and it appears as though John had passed in his sleep, it is still tough to stomach. No words can describe the feeling I had that day, especially since his sister had called about a week and a half prior to the discovery frantically searching for her brother since they had not been able to locate or contact him. Yes, I just said a week and a half earlier (it had been about two weeks since John had last been seen when his body was discovered).

As heavy as my last day with Meg and the gang was, there were a lot of good times and good people there. I'm going to miss the fun we had making fun of the stupid and idiotic things people did there. But mostly I'm greatful for the indroduction to Vegas. I don't think anywhere else in the first week I could have seen FOUR transgender women in one room, and one of them out at the pool complete with a women's bathing suit. In that same week there were also pimps and hos galore (but then again that was every day, it is Vegas after all), some sort of drug connection shut down, and a five month pregnant woman who walked and acted as though she was about ready to give birth at any moment. Some of the things we found in rooms could only make you laugh or shake your head in disgust. Like housekeepers finding used neon pink "adult toys," ice cubes shaped like a man's privates, feminine cleansing products, needles (and I don't mean for shooting insulin), hooker shoes, plasma tvs, underwear (actually pretty common unfortunately), bullets, male enhancement items, the list goes on and on folks.

So I wave good bye to the pimps and hos, I say farewell to the druggies, and leave the drunk guy passed out in the hallway floor by room 322 as I move on to bigger and better things. Now I get to deal with a higher class of hookers and pimps! Oh yay! I get to hear about how the sheet on the bed was wrinkled so they want a free stay. Lint on the carpet deserves a complementary dinner at the steakhouse (for their family of 12). How they thought they booked "The Hangover Suite" but only got one bed. They lost all of their money at the casino and can't pay for their room. Oh the joys of working a large scale hotel with the drunks and the party animals. As entertaining as my four months with my last hotel was, this is bound to have an entertainment value that far outweighs any other. Las Vegas is definitely a city like no other, and though I do love and miss my California VERY MUCH, Vegas is really growing on me and I think this move was the most difficult, but best thing I ever could have done for myself.

If any of you are ever in Vegas, let me know! I'm not saying you will get a free room or that I can "hook you up" but it would be awesome to see some familiar faces again from back home.

What would you do?

If you walked into the public bathroom at your work, and ran across this, what would you do? I mean really cause I'm confused. Call the cops? Throw it away? Hang on to it?

The things people forget

Now I don't know about everyone else, but before I leave I make sure I have all my things. Especially things like underwear. Though this is very common, its still nasty and funny at the same time. Lets just hope these weren't dude's only pair.