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Name: Boyd
Gender: Male
Interests: Sadly, I spend far too much time on this infernal machine. Food is a big interest of mine, I love food. Let's see, what else.... relaxing, I am a master at a low stress life.
Expertise: Relaxing, conversation, hand/eye co-ordination, walking and chewing with gum in my mouth, and that thing where you rub your belly and pat your head.
Occupation: Customer service/support
Industry: Hospitality
Message: message meEmail: email me
Website: visit my website
AIM:  NX1711
Member Since:
8/5/2004
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| Allergies are a bitch. Pink eye is an even bigger one. It seems that I might have it :(
Today I've got:
1) To hit Schiffert so they can practice their own brand of butchery.... er, medicine
2) Hit orientation for my new job, the Inn at Virginia Tech. Yeah, it's
a Hilton, and no, I won't have anything to do with Paris.
3) Study my balls off for Marketing, and if there's any extra time,
then for Finance. 4) Sleep like it's going out of style, and by that I
mean have a defeceit.
That's today's outlook. Oh, and I'll prolly eat sometime soon-ish-ness,
but since I'm such a lardo, I prolly won't do it any time soon. Which
reminds me, studying at the gym is order tonight. Narf narf narf narf
narf
Am I headed for a breakdown too? We'll find out tomorrow!
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| Here's a Top 10 I coined myself after seeing Jess had some of her own but with a different angle:
Finals are like girls...
1) they ask too many questions
2) they're usually not worth the trouble
3) when it comes down to it, they really don't matter
4) fuck'em
5) fill-in-the-blank never works out
6) you never feel like you've studied for it
7) they give you a sick feeling in your stomach
8) they're always easier in the beginning
9) you get a sense of accomplishment when you're done with one
10) they make you wish you were just drinking a beer and watching football.
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| Alright people, I haven't written anything for a VERY LONG TIME. But here it is.
The school year is almost over, sorta. I have 3 tests left as of now,
then I go on vacation to St. Augustine, Savannah, GA and Myrtle Beach/
Charleston. Gonna be gone for 4 days, and then it's back here to work
and take Summer Session 1 classes.
I'll be working at The Inn at Virginia Tech, no longer at Mountain
Lake. I had a great time last year there, and I just don't want to
spoil that.
Just to keep this REAL REAL, I'm currently cleaning my room, listening
to SmoothJazz.com and playing Rush Limbaugh in the kitchen where I'm
also cleaning. Basically, I've been feeling very lethargic lately, and
now I've got enough energy to power through.
Thanks to Krista and Bill being bitches, I'm now trying to lose some
weight. I easily could have tore into them at the time, but far be it
for me to get between them and their self-confidence. If all they need
to do is try and tear me down a little to make themselves feel better,
then I say go for it, it's why I'm here.
As of now, my blodder is now changed to reflect the current month, MAY, instead of what it was for so long, FEBURARY.
My room is definately coming along, although it still needs serious
help... as well as my car. The outside of it is clean, but the inside
is well, not. It's not so much unclean as it is cluttered. I mean
several baskets of clothes, a lot of junk mail and crap, just
cluttered.
The changing of the guard is just around the bend too. Rick is moving
out on the 14th, or just about 9 days, and Barfy Paul is moving in the
next day, that being the 15th. To get a deal with Adelphia, we have to
turn in our crap at the middle of the month, and then we'll sign up
again either later that day or the next day. One or the other.
Everybody is studying lately. It's so weird. And me, for almost all of
this year, thanks in no small part to Jess, I've been a studying fiend.
Now, I slack. That's bound to change tomorrow as crunch time comes
around though... atleast that's what I figure. 2 Tests on Saturday.
Sounds like SO much fun to me.
Niggs is in town. AKA Nigel, he's been the bringer of bad news about
Westfield, although unfortunately I can't say I'm too surprised. He got
something that looked like a tenative acceptance to Tech. Hopefully
he'll do it up and move down here, even if he has to take CC classes,
it'll be fine at New River. At any rate, I think it'll be a huge
improvement from JCC.
That's about it for right now. The more I write, the better this place
looks, so at this rate, it should be beautiful in about 3 sentances.
Alright people I'm out. Really. Narf. IT'S BEAUTIFUL! | | |
| The setup: I had to read a paper for my facilities class. For those of
you that dont' know, it's a hospitality class. Anyway, I had to read a
paper about Security and Safety in hotels that held itself out as
information that was key to Post 9/11 issues. NOPE. They just used 9/11
to get what I figure is, well, you read my review that I'm handing in
to the prof in the morning.
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Review of The Safety
and Security of US Hotels
Boyd
Harrison
April, 7 2005
After
reading only the title, I knew this “report” was to be a farce. The usage of
September 11th seems only to have been used to stir up fear and
possibly more readership, and in fact has very little to do with the “security”
concerns. Increased security can conceivably do nothing to prevent terrorist
actions in a hotel. Interior hallways and electronic locks are fine for common
thieves and the lot, but considering we’re dealing with the same type of people
that took down 2 of the world’s largest buildings, the topic should either be:
1) treated with more respect, or 2) scrapped in terms of using September 11th
for proprietary gain and only that.
Throughout
the entire report, one word kept coming to mind, “duh”. I, as well as probably
everyone else who read this report, found the information a little unsettling
because of a actual numerical breakdown of security and safety lax, but hardly
surprising. I can only expect that a upscale or luxury hotel would have more
safety and security systems and policies in place than the Super 8 down the
street. They compete on totally different plains of existence, and thusly,
while adhering to law they different in going above and beyond it.
It
seemed the theme of the paper to hammer the same points over and over again,
and to spare you the pounding, here they are: Big hotels are safer and more
secure than smaller ones. On paper anyway. This report only deals with the
statistics of what hotels have, not whether they’re used effectively or
correctly. It simply states that it’s quite probable that a hotel in Vegas will
have more sprinkler systems than a 200 year old B&B. Shocking? Surprising?
Hardly.
Overall,
I found that the paper was informative in a dreadful sort of way. The numbers
were nice, but as I’ve said time and time again… not surprising. Personally, I
found it a gross misrepresentation of the report by the title, and I felt like
I had been dragged through the ringers since all I can think of when I hear
9/11 is watching the towers fall on CNN. I’m sure that these 2 authors meant no
disrespect and were only trying to find context for their findings, but it was a poor choice to say the least. I only wish
that the report had had something more substantive.
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That's the end of the review. Soon to come should be the ending to the Virgil story.
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| And now that break is over, so am I, of myself, or something like that, I dunno...
Anyway, break was hands-down, the worst one I have ever had. Stuck on
top of a mountain with a pain-in-the-ass dog that eats everything and
slobbers everywhere, a bitchy horse that just wants to kill me AND my
Jeep, and really just being stuck on top of a mountain.
As most of you SHOULD know, my parents moved to a little little town
called Galax. From there, they moved way out to the boonies on top of a
mountain. The horse I spoke of responds to the name of "Daisy", and the
dog (and really horse of a dog since he's a Great Dane) Stone. Saying
that spending 10 days there practically drove me insane would be a
gross understatement. I think that telling you, the reader, that I am
still suffering from mossy-headedness and being generally aloof will
tell you just how bad it is up there.
The only redeeming factor was that of my friends coming down to visit
me. Jess came down Friday, stayed Saturday, and left Sunday. Krisitin,
who put her truck in a ditch trying to come rescue my sanity, came on
Monday and got uber messed up on whiskey and SoCo and left Tuesday.
Wednesday and Thursday are quite literally a blur. I didn't drink
myself into oblivion since the liquor level's didn't change, and I
didn't eat myself stupid because it seems I barely ate anything all
week, I just can't account for it. Anyway, Adam (deerkiller) came down
on Thursday, chilled and played video games (he actually beat me in
Halo 2 folks), stayed Friday while it was snowing playing Rise of
Nations, and left Saturday. For about, oh, 3 hours straight I cleaned
up the house.
Cleaning is infact an understatement. Making the place spotless is more
like it. The real chore was my laundry. 1 load after another... for 8
hours. The rents finally came back on Sunday to which they learned of
how terrible a time it was for me. Thankfully, they paid me for my
services, and we co-miserated over dinner of our terrible experiences
(they went to Rome to have a good time and great eats, neither of which
really happened).
Oh, and I am now the proud owner of a slate and leather chessboard with
crusade-like pieces. Quite nice, and I would assume quite expensive.
And unlike many of the other souveniers they brought back for people,
this one was NOT damaged.
Anyway, off to the gym for the 2nd time today. I'm bound to feel bad tomorrow...
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