I headed up to the room, realizing just why the guy still had a job when he was so high - this hotel was an utter shithole. This guy though seemed to be drugged out of his mind, since I had to prompt him to take my money for the room when he gave me the key. Well, actually it wasn't, once I found a hotel clerk who didn't run into the office screaming to lock the door. Shadowing a warehouse worker when you can't do the paperwork and shit he has to is frustrating.įinding a hotel that would rent a room to me was harder said than done. Didn't think I'd be writing nearly a chapter a day but wow work is slow for me in terms of mental engagement.
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