When you hate something so damn much, with everything you have...
This hotel I work at. I was there for a couple of years. Dodgy as fuck. Think of it. This hotel did it.
I'm not going into details.
Gone for 13 months.
Went to the other side of the city. Experienced slam bars, wonderful staff, service, order, legalities.
13 months later, decide I go back to Pub X because it's changed hands, and it's much the same, minus a couple of the shittier things.
....How did I stay away from this place?
It's dodgy as fuck, but it's fun as all hell.
Tonight we got slammed 7 deep the whole night. I'm the type of person who really, really loves stress. No matter what. There was a while at one point where out of 18 taps, three were working. THREE. Tooheys Old, a light beer and the expnsive one. None of the house or local beers were working, none of the ciders, all the kegs ran out, the postmix was gone, the glassy was fucked, so there were no schooners.
Anyway this pub has gone into recievership - look up Bankwest/hotels etc.
Ranting, but wow. What a fuckin' night.
---------admittedly: a little bit pissed still from all the drinking I"ve had to do to wind down but it's time to get serious and fuck off to bed and shit.
That feeling where you hate something so much that you become dependant on it and start to love it because of it's flaws. That's how I feel about my hotel. I fucking love that piece of shit pub. <3