I’ve been spending 3 or 4 days over the last 2 weeks at a small B&B hotel in the Sellafield area. And since its sited not too from Scafell Pike its a little bit upmarket, or at least the owners seem to think so!
To be honest its a very nice well maintained hotel with bar and restaurant. And the good thing is that the owner has resisted the temptation to “go modern” in order to appease the trendy soy traveller cunts.
Anyway, I’ve been doing some upgrades to their computers, routers, switches and hardware firewalls. All very standard stuff but it does mean having to go into all 20 odd guest rooms to upgrade each router and ethernet cables from bog-standard cat-5 to cat-6a.
But my main point here is the condition of some of the rooms left by the respective guests!
When I’ve visited rooms in the afternoons they’re all clean and tidy due to the hotel’s house-keepers. But on a few occasions I’ve gone in during the mornings before the hotel staff have had chance to do their thing, and OMG what a fucking mess some of these so-called intelligent guests leave the rooms in:-
Beer bottles and cans scattered across the floor
Beer spray on walls and TV screens
Muddy footprints on bed covers and sofas, and on a couple of occasions curtains!
vomit in sinks and baths
Fast-food cartons stacked or thrown in the bath (with bits of cold food left in)
Dirty clothes (and underwear!) scattered on worktops, bedside tables
And on and on and on…
On closer inspection a lot of these guests are not holiday-makers but contractors and consultants working at Sellafield.
I really don’t understand the mindset of these cunts although I guess they don’t give a shit because they know the hotel staff will clear up their shit every morning.
I would have expected this from tourists – chavvy or classy – but not from well-paid, educated cunts such as these!
Nominated by: Technocunt
Some of you may be familiar with Helen Thomas from the curious case of Alex Belfield, when she was in a different job, but her stint as radio 2 controller has seen the station slowly being turned into a ‘hen party’ as it narrows its desired audience down to ‘mood mums’, AKA funking Karens.
