I just love when mothers decide to skip the daycare and bring their screaming kids.
Me too, actually. Saves me the earache.

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I just love when mothers decide to skip the daycare and bring their screaming kids.
Me too, actually. Saves me the earache.
Fantastic, I’ve been concerned about a child of Hannibal running around when it’s really you I should have on my radar. Well at least one of us has a way to get off. Hobbies? Nah, not really. I don’t really lead an interesting life outside of work. If I’m not sleeping, I’ll usually be trying to get my pathetic excuse of a laptop to work. That, or laundry. Sometimes I have time to eat, too.
Don't let anyone else know, okay? I get twice as much enjoyment if my victims are blissfully unaware. That is completely unacceptable. In fact, I want to make it my mission to try and get you doing something even remotely fun. What do you like to do? Like...your ideal activities? No skydiving though. I will never jump from an airplane and I care a little too much about your safety to let you do that.
I’m sure they wouldn’t suspect a thing.
It's decided then. Now I just need to find a place that sells full plate armor. I'll worry about it later, though.
I saw you surfboarding the other day and I meant to ask you something. You ever think about teaching a class? I'm sure the hotel would pay extra for a good surf instructor around here.
Was there some rule about being a bitch I wasn’t told about when I checked in? Because if so far every guest I’ve met definitely follows that rule.
Por supuesto. There's actually this bitch quota thing that guests are required to fulfill during the day otherwise the legion of Mangkukulams will kidnap them all in the dead of night.
I’d rather not know the answer to that. It really doesn’t bother me if some of our guests are crazy s’long as I’m not their next target. I would so survive a zombie apocalypse. Anyway, could we talk about something a little less morbid? Or does having to be smiley around kids all day make you a really dark person when you’re off your shifts?
Didn't you hear? I'm a daycare worker by day and a hybristophiliac by night. Crime gets me all hot and bothered. Speaking of leisure time, what exactly do you do after work? Any hobbies? I don't think I've seen you in your down time but maybe twice since you started working here.
You mean a tequila sugar mama. God, get with it. I think that goes to show that age is just a number.
Shhhh...I may have already pre-gamed. Besides, they all blend into one drink by the fifth shot anyway.
I’m giving you seven shots of tequila, I have high expectations for you so go and make me proud.
Seven? Oh you're so good to me; it's like I've got a vodka sugar mama, even though I'm older than you. I won't let you down. Scout's honor.
I’m not sure I should spill everything I know, but I’ve heard a lot. There’s been the ‘I think my husband’s cheating on me but he’s rich so I can’t leave’ rants, or the ‘I plan on eloping with a man I met at the bar last night but I don’t know how to let my wife and kids know’ rants or — my personal favourite — the ‘I may have gagged my brother and locked him in the trunk of my car but now I’ve lost the keys and it’s his wedding tomorrow’ rants. Stuff like that. I think everyone has hidden drama going on in their life, some are just better at keeping it on the down low.
The first two sounded pretty standard but the last one sounds like something you'd see in a movie. Please tell me his brother's corpse was not the cause of the awful smell outside that lingered for three days last week. I was just coming to terms with the thought of it being from that woman on the fifth who had a shipment of kimchi come here, but now I'm in doubt.
Woah, I can’t believe I didn’t think of that. In that case, I swear I will not partake in eating questionable meats that have the same name as people I have worked with. I think I’d make a mighty good poltergeist ghost. I sure know enough secrets about guests to mess with them big time. It’s amazing how many people rant to me, thinking that I don’t speak english.
I'm sure everyone will surely appreciate it. How personal are we talking about with these rants, if you don't mind me asking? I mean, I get a lot of the mama-drama coming in through the doors of the daycare everyday, but I've always wondered about the rest of the guests. They aren't too chatty with the nanny when they don't have children, unfortunately.
Some guy has had a little too much to drink today and is trying to twerk on a table. Since I sold him all of those drinks, I am proud to say that I caused this and you’re very welcome.
Hmph. Doesn't that man know Boo is the twerk king around here? I don't do well with competition. I'm gonna need six shots of tequila and a sombrero. It's about to go down.
You’ll never know. Boo à la carte, hm? Sounds kinda fancy. Lucky for you I’m not abundant with funds, so probably wouldn’t be able to afford you.
Good. You wouldn't be on the attendee list for my funeral if you partook in chowing down on me. Not to mention I'd intentionally work my ghost powers to give you some serious gastrointestinal problems because you'd deserve them. I'd hope you'd do the same if the roles were reversed.
There’s always a chance. Freaky coincidence — but I did recently have someone check in a car with unidentified red stains on the backseat. Could have been paint, could have been juice or evidence of their last a victim. I guess we’ll never know for sure unless the number of staff starts unexplainably dwindling.
I'm not entirely sure if you're joking or not but I have the worst feeling that now that I'm aware of this information, I'm going to get invited to dinner. Meal of the day: Boo à la carte. Doesn't sound very delicious.
Okay, good. I suggest wearing some sort of armor next time.
Do you think management would let me wear a breastplate to work? That would be great.
Nah, it’s not like I’m actually gonna preach that shit. There’s too many douchebags out there for me to knock some sense into and I don’t have time to go around giving them life advice.
I don't know...going door to door with a guide on how to not be a piece of shit would probably be one of the most innovative things of 2014.
Please tell me you’re kidding. If a little toddler did that to me, I would never be the same.
Sorry. If that bothers you, I'm afraid to see what would happen if you had to deal with the projectile urinator from the third floor.
That sounds terrifying, did it hurt though?
Hi there, things are good I suppose. These 14 year-old punks stopped coming to the pool so that’s definitely a good thing. How’re things with you?
I've been bitten harder, honestly. It was just awkward is all. I would've preferred someone taller and able to count past fifty.
That's good to hear. Glad to know that things are smooth on both ends then. I'm actually almost done with my shift. Thank god.