This is why I'm here

My son has outgrown another winter coat, so rather than buy him another, I gave him my favorite ski jacket. It was a gift from my ex-boss from Grand Targhee Ski Resort, Susie Barnett-Bushong (Bennett, Baker, Bonehead, as one of my memos to her said). I was cleaning out a pocket of the coat when I ran across a series of notes obviously written in response to a run in with the hotel's sales manager and sent to the owner. It went like this: Jan 22, 2001:

Tonight Dr. Sperling is P****D. He called Weakland a D**kh**d as Weakland has made no attempt to replace the broken overhead prjector. Night clerk called me and I called friends at Wort Hotel and borrowed their overhead. By the time I got to the hotel, Weakland was interfering with reservations; moving people out of room styles that were confirmed in writting to them. We will lose all disputes with Best Western and lose money because of this (could amount to 10G +) A couple of the rates were misquoted by my clerks, but I stand by these quotes as they are my responsibility (dock my bonus). Weakland's idea of boostiing occupancy is $50 rates for bands from the Mangy Moose Saloon. He gives comp rooms that I can't account for and all it says ont he res is Jackson Hole Mountain Resort. Weakland needs to do his job, not mine. He's been fighting me over this tape board vs computer res. control for 6 months. Suddenly the computer is a great idea and has told you it's his idea. Well...it was mine from the beginning he's just taking the credit for it to impress you. Get him out of the Inn and send him to the Lodge in town. With summer coming the Lodge will be busier anyway. I can handle the Inn. I've worked 6 days a week for two months and now I'm here on Sunday night (my only day off). Does it stop, or do I walk?

Well that's the way it was in the old days of hotel work. Maybe I'll get to the day of infamy, 12/12/01, two weeks before I walked out of the hotel for good.