Burgers, gauze, accidents, business drama
Feb. 1st, 2004 09:48 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
skreidleMmm, my apartment still smells like the hamburgers I made for dinner.
I went down to reception to pick up a couple more gauze rolls--my abrasions are healing, but a couple still want dressing. While there, I caught the tail end of a conversation between Anthony (reception) and a woman (somehow employed by the hotel, I believe related to the restaurant/bar*) dealing with riptides. My interest piqued, their conversation then included me and continued for the next half-hour or more, primarily talking about motor vehicle accidents, and included some advice for treating my own abrasions, before she left and I retreated to my room, bandages in pocket. (It also included discussion of her boss, who's the sort who'll suddenly leave town--for Sydney, or Queensland, or further--on no notice, at any time of day or night, and no one will know where he is until he drives back into town days later. Curious!)
* The Jam Restaurant/Bar has apparently been the source of great drama of late among hotel staff, resulting in a temporary closure of the place and a note distributed to all hotel guests indicating this closure. I have no idea of the details, but apparently it's been rather serious.
Well into volume 4 of Buttercup Festival now, and I still recommend it to all of you with strange senses of humor. :)
I went down to reception to pick up a couple more gauze rolls--my abrasions are healing, but a couple still want dressing. While there, I caught the tail end of a conversation between Anthony (reception) and a woman (somehow employed by the hotel, I believe related to the restaurant/bar*) dealing with riptides. My interest piqued, their conversation then included me and continued for the next half-hour or more, primarily talking about motor vehicle accidents, and included some advice for treating my own abrasions, before she left and I retreated to my room, bandages in pocket. (It also included discussion of her boss, who's the sort who'll suddenly leave town--for Sydney, or Queensland, or further--on no notice, at any time of day or night, and no one will know where he is until he drives back into town days later. Curious!)
* The Jam Restaurant/Bar has apparently been the source of great drama of late among hotel staff, resulting in a temporary closure of the place and a note distributed to all hotel guests indicating this closure. I have no idea of the details, but apparently it's been rather serious.
Well into volume 4 of Buttercup Festival now, and I still recommend it to all of you with strange senses of humor. :)
