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So let’s see…
I think I mentioned Esa left us about 6 weeks ago and we still don’t have a replacement for him. If you recall Esa replaced The Crap American who left on January 1, so basically we still don’t have a replacement for him. I was told not to panic back in December when I said we should advertise the position, well it is three months later and I am not panicking, but that could be because I am the only one still getting days off on account of I am not an idiot.

Amy the cranky pants German who lived in The Crap House moved out; not because she wanted to but because Eva, the mouthy elderly Scottish woman, would yell at her everyday because Amy was a slob. I could hear through the walls them screaming at each other:
“Aye yew R PIG!”
“Vhatever. I don’t have to listen to YOU lady!”
“Ere’ is sumtin wrrrong in yer head!”
“Icth bin ein Berliner!”
They both had a point. Amy was a pig and Eva, well; Amy didn’t have to listen to her. Eva just wouldn’t let it go. Every time she saw Amy she started in on her and just when I started to feel bad for Amy she opened her mouth. Amy moved out the day we were away on our hell trip to the city. When Eva found out she commented “Aye, wull tha be tha den.” Again destroying my image of kindly senior citizens.

Sonja, the Swiss girl who does not speak much English has been helping us out for 2 hours a day, 2 days a week cleaning at the hostel. I am happy to report her English is coming along. She has mastered the words fuck and shit and uses them all the time. The first time I heard her say shit I was shocked. I’m so use to hearing NOTHING, then suddenly “OH SHIT!” I was so proud.

I don’t know if it is because I am totally burnt out or if I just don’t have any nerves left for anyone to get on, but lately I have adopted a ‘TAKE NO GUFF’ policy at reception. My tolerance level is at an all time low, so low that it is actually giving me confidence to speak bluntly. Is it supposed to work like that? Maybe this is my rock bottom. I want to believe it is because the next step down would be inflicting bodily harm and not that I’ve thought about it or anything, but I would start with Mr. Crappenstein. I have just been unable to deal with anyone who has a ridiculous complaint or makes a comment they think makes them appear clever and witty.
Comment from a wanker: “The hostel we stayed in last night gave us a free towel and free DVD rentals. I guess some hostels are just better than others.”
Response from me, the bitch behind the counter: “Ohh but did they come into your room while you were sleeping and sing you the Tuck In Train Song? I pull the sheets up nice and tight, kind of like a shroud.”

I have to give credit where credit is due; in the past three weeks Mrs. Crappenstein has really been pulling her weight. As well as holding down a night job three nights a week, she has been working hard doing the cleaning in the morning at the hostel. Mr. Crappenstein of course has remained as useless as tits on a toad. He will occasionally come out and help but I often wish he would just go back to watching TV because the low pitched whining and the two hours it takes him to do something the rest of us can do in 20 minutes is starting to get on my last nerve. Mr. Crappenstein, as I have known for sometime now, is a Momma’s boy. A self centered one at that.