Compliments I Have Received for Giving Out Doubletree Cookies

yo this lady belongs in SEXY PHOTOES not would smash fwiw

Best case scenario for BLAP is you're hitting it hard from behind, all BLAP BLAP BLAP, and you don't need the prettiest girl for that, you need the girl that brings it RAW. Raw like, you want the neighbors to be reaching for the Lysol after you're done blapping that.

ayo HOOS you gonna let me crash at the Doubletree for SXSW

grady be workin at that hotel!!!

hoos what if the homophobe lady finds you!!!!!

whiney we got rooms if u serious i can look into it for u. we got sxsw rates or i can even see bout "friends and family" discount type shit

gr80 i will kick her off of my facebook

hey hoos is this the doubletreee off i-35?

cos if so think i was at yr hotel last week doing some suit wearing smiling thing

i can have 2xtree invite?

m bison we are one of 2 off i-35

we are at i-35 & mlk across from the ut campus kinda by downtown and shit

ah snap i think we were just up the road participating in some hand shaking for school administrators (soft bribezzz)

-"The kids love you! You're like a keebler elf!"

its the beard i think

or: the cookies

noted.

me:i am about to eat a cookie btw
bff:i want one
me:it is the next step on my journey to becoming fat joe
bff:fat hoos

do irl ppl call u hoos?

gf does but until today that was it!

revolutionary moment imo

new era type of shit iirc

-"i want to hug you. is that weird?"

-"Looky thar! Its like Disney Wurld!"

-"This is a damn fine cookie, son, and I appreciate you helpin me out with that rate. Here's my card: you ever find yourself in a jam in Beaumont, you give me a call."

Front:
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Back:
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if yr name is ransom do you really need a nickname

right?

god i love texas sometimes

who? not deuce, but duce.

"Il Duce"

just gave a cookie to a man in a full on captain hook outfit

hoos: "how are you tonight, sir?"
hook: "living the dream my friend! living the dream."

ppl are great

^^^ kip

trying to

ppl who have figured out how to live life imo

You guys there was a staff meeting today. We are building a NEW CULTURE here at the Doubletree. We have a new mission statement: people visit our hotel because they have a dream, and it is our mission to help turn their sweet dreams into remarkable realities.

To reflect this new culture we will be using a new names for familiar areas of the hotel. These areas, btw, will now be known as REALITY ENHANCING ZONES.

The REALITY ENHANCING ZONES include:

--The Fitness Center, now to be referred to as the PERSONAL REALITY ENHANCEMENT CENTER

--The Business Center, now to be referred to as the WORK REALITY ACHIEVEMENT CENTER

--Guest Rooms (where they sleep), now to be referred to as DREAM CHAMBERS

--The Breakfest Buffet, now to be referred to as the MORNING REALITY JUMPSTART PROGRAM

--Housekeepers will be referred to as DREAM CHAMBERMAIDS

--Guest Service Reps like myself will now be DREAM WEAVERS

boss in meeting today: "its like we just got back from iraq and now they're telling us we're going to afghanistan in a tinfoil armoured reality vehicle"

oh my god

We've been under renovation for the last two years basically--jackhammering, painting, carpet, the whole shabang--and it's been a nightmare. We've been punching bags all day every day. And now they're like AY PUNCHING BAGS YALL READY FOR SOME KICKBOXING

and we're like WE ARE PUNCHING BAGS HOW CAN WE KICKBOX

The REALITY ENHANCING ZONES include:

--The Fitness Center, now to be referred to as the PERSONAL REALITY ENHANCEMENT CENTER

--The Business Center, now to be referred to as the WORK REALITY ACHIEVEMENT CENTER

--Guest Rooms (where they sleep), now to be referred to as DREAM CHAMBERS

--The Breakfest Buffet, now to be referred to as the MORNING REALITY JUMPSTART PROGRAM

--Housekeepers will be referred to as DREAM CHAMBERMAID --Guest Service Reps like myself will now be DREAM WEAVERS

Wait - seriously? That is the most ridiculous thing I've ever heard. On the other hand I sort of already view you as a dream weaver Hoos so maybe it's not that ridiculous afterall.

hoos i think u should consider a lateral career move into the dream chambermaid position?

i believe that if you weave a dream about it you can kickbox your way to the morning light.

hoos this is the funniest thing ever

I seriously can't get over "Dream Weavers".

steeeeeeeeeeeeendriver i believe you can get me through the niiii-hiiiiiight

oh and i skipped the lobby, now to be referred to as the SOCIAL VIRTUAL REALITY CENTER

I just can't get over how much that shit reads like a parody of half-baked corporate culturizing. BUT IT'S REAL. :/

do people really visit the doubletree because they have a dream? i think the premise is flawed

i was wondering about that too.

yeah i don't think this is what mlk jr was talking about

examples given as dreams
-to get the job they're interviewing for
-to see their team win the game
-to rekindle a business or personal relationship

i wouldn't put it past kubla khan to turn the doubletree into a stately pleasure-dome reality center.

I was bitching at my boss last week about how shitty this all is and "goddammit can't they wait a month to dump more bullshit on me I'm in some real shit in my real life right now I ain't need to be worrying about losing my job because I forgot to mention that we turn sweet dreams into remarkable fucking realities"

But it hit me today--this is the perfect time for this to come down the pipe. I'm rebooting my whole goddamn life right now, why shouldn't I reevaluate my attitude towards my work and my workplace? I hate my job and I hate where I work? Why the fuck shouldn't I dive the fuck in and help transform this into a place where I want to work? I want to be able to hit up service industry night at some shitty club and tell a dude I work at the Doubletree on MLK and for him to say "Oh I hear that place is dope!" And

No, after two years of jackhammering, I don't really have it in me to bring my game at 11. It sounds ridiculous to say this but this is really the most emotionally taxing job I've ever had: having to maintain cordiality in the face of daily verbal abuse has just been killing me, and my ex used to wonder why I would just come home from work and open a beer and fall asleep.

I'm sick of that. So fuck it. Yes I am in. I want to make this a better place to work and I will wear a fucking spacesuit if that gets me there. It's corny and stupid and I am fucking IN.