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As far as problems in the workplace go, this one's minor. I fear though, that it will grow with time the way it did at the other hotel.
The issue is that here at the Blah Inn, we've recently acquired a fountain that once graced the lobby at the Dreadful Inn, another property that we own. It cost $200, and was clearly deeply overpriced. The clerks at the Dreadful grew to hate it for the fact that it's ugly as sin, and with its hypnotic splashing it was putting them to sleep, in addition to sounding like someone peeing. Hence the moniker, the "piddle fountain."
My boss, however, loves the fountain. I don't know why. It's a ghastly ceramic thing where the water pours from what looks like broken pottery jars, from one to another to another. It used to pour from the last jar onto a little millwheel attached to a little house perched on the lip of the fountain. On the left side, across for the mini-mill is -- why not? -- a large ceramic saddle perched on a wagon wheel. Both of them dwarf the little mill and the jars.
As my boss is Hindu, I don't know why she picked this thing out. It's trailer park chic. You'd think at least we would have ended up with an elephant, or at least a goddess with lots of arms and anger management issues. Instead, we have the piddle fountain. I helped my boss install it in the lobby last night.
It's been going all night and it's already getting on my nerves a little. Not much. Yet.
The issue is that here at the Blah Inn, we've recently acquired a fountain that once graced the lobby at the Dreadful Inn, another property that we own. It cost $200, and was clearly deeply overpriced. The clerks at the Dreadful grew to hate it for the fact that it's ugly as sin, and with its hypnotic splashing it was putting them to sleep, in addition to sounding like someone peeing. Hence the moniker, the "piddle fountain."
My boss, however, loves the fountain. I don't know why. It's a ghastly ceramic thing where the water pours from what looks like broken pottery jars, from one to another to another. It used to pour from the last jar onto a little millwheel attached to a little house perched on the lip of the fountain. On the left side, across for the mini-mill is -- why not? -- a large ceramic saddle perched on a wagon wheel. Both of them dwarf the little mill and the jars.
As my boss is Hindu, I don't know why she picked this thing out. It's trailer park chic. You'd think at least we would have ended up with an elephant, or at least a goddess with lots of arms and anger management issues. Instead, we have the piddle fountain. I helped my boss install it in the lobby last night.
It's been going all night and it's already getting on my nerves a little. Not much. Yet.
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