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Rock Blockhead, Construction Projects Manager of Loveless Motel, after his successful leadership of the buildout of Nutbush Campground, takes a last opportunity to conduct the pre-demolition meeting of the wall between the 8 Ball Bar and the Laundry Room, to prepare the combined space of the Dirty Pool Bar, which will include the pool table, bar and laundry machines. Rock says he spent many happy evenings shooting on this very table. Known for his casual style, his crews are eager work under him once again."You'll have to remove all this shelving in the laundry room as well," Rock instructs the crew, pointing to the floor, "and rip up this old tile afterwards. But be careful that you don't damage any of the laundry machines. We'll be moving those to storage over at the Motor Pool until we build out the new space, so we can knock out this wall" Rock works just as hard as any man on the crew - he likes to set a good example. A day's hard work has its rewards - the crew likes to yank his chain, and they frequently pull practical jokes on him, but he's a pretty good sport, as long as the work gets done on time. He's known for loyalty to his crew, and he's no stranger to an occasional pull and yank with a favorite after the shift. He says there's plenty of him to go around, and everybody eventually gets time with the boss. He likes to be efficient, so no hardhat is ever surprised if when boss starts blurting his annual review at the same time he's getting his hole spackled with Rock's big trowel.

"Callum, you're such a gossipy boy. Best of luck, Coach Warner", his gym teacher had written in his senior yearbook. Asked what the Z. stood for for recently, he laughed and said it was his father's little joke - it doesn't stand for anything, but Dad thought it made his name sound funny and would get attention. And so it did. It was certainly better than a boy named "Sue". Like the S in Harry S. Truman does. it adds gravitas, hopefully. Or it makes people laugh when the name is called from an attendance sheet on the first day of typing class. The name Callum Z. Blabber stuck and determined his personality and his career, or so he likes to think. Blabbing pays the bills. Or at least gets him a stipend and a free trailer in Aluminum City. And he meets men - all kinds of men, and they talk to him freely. He came to the job as a last resort, answering to an add in a copy of One magazine, "All-Male Resort Needs Typist", after he had been fired for being caught in town carving a glory hole in the men's room of a local department store next to the newspaper office where he was working, when he had had a rough day covering a flower show where he had been turned down trying to proposition a local florist because he smelled of bourbon and smoke. "I don't care if you're hung like a grandfather clock weight. I don't like rummies or smokers." Fair enough. Callum thought the guy had a nice ass, but a bit too-too la-tee-da, and smelled of cheap perfume - "Evening in Paris" to be precise, which he recognized as something his mother had worn. "Old Spice" would have been the only choice, in his book, even for a bottom. In his interview with Nic the Senior Manager of Loveless Motel, after being satisfied with his credentials, Nic asked if he had a boyfriend, and removing the cigarette from his mouth, Callum said that he had; He still carries the picture of the man which was a private joke between them, of Jimmy eating a banana when he came home from work for a quick midweek outing at the lake outside of town. Jimmy was a very agile circus side show contortionist who was gone half of the year, who died during a break at home in a freak accident when he tripped over Callum's typewriter which had been left on the floor of the basement rumpus room. He'd come down to turn off the TV which was announcing the end of the broadcast day, playing the national anthem, followed by the sound of the mono-tonal test pattern siren blaring up through the air vent in the bedroom which was so loud he came dashing down the stairs, annoyed, into the dimly lit room, cursing, tripped, knocked over a bottle of bourbon, and hit his head on the hard corner of the portable TV before he could even turn it off. Callum was passed out on the couch and slept through the entire ordeal, barely enduring the shock of discovery when he groggily came too as the first blast of strong sunlight shot through the little garden level basement window, and once accustomed to the light, Jimmy's limp body appeared in terrible, detailed focus. "Son of a bitch," Nic said, commiserating, his eyes downcast, his head bobbing from side to side as if he were witnessing some invisible tennis match on the floor between his widely spread legs, then lifting his head and smiling warmly at Callum blurted out "You're hired! - do you want a trailer?" All men come to Loveless single. "Fraternization and fucking with staff and guests is fine, but no lovey-dovey crap," Nic maintains. "Leave that for the guests." "Yes, I'll take the job, and the trailer, and please call me Cal." Cal's a bit more careful these days - he's laid off the sauce but can't kick the coffin nails. He fits right in with most of the staff in that respect - half his waking hours are spent with a lung dart between his lips and he's even discovered the joy of the candy cigarettes at Hit and Split, which he uses as breath mints, right before any interview. And he'll stop and nothing, and go absolutely anywhere, to get a good story to inform and remind guests, new and returning, about Loveless Motel. He's eager to hear and tell about the stories that come out of now-open Nutbush Campground.

Randy Ramsbottom, aka "Psycho Randy" the daytime desk clerk with the disarming smile here at Loveless Motel, is responsible for first impressions whenever a new guest arrives. He's been with us for several years, first as a lodger, like so many who are currently employed here, and when an opening became available, Randy was first in line, and hired on the spot during the interview. As his first task he was asked to go out into the lobby and dismiss the other applicants, at which point the smile was more aggravating to its intended targets than disarming. What was it that cinched the interview? Randy didn't know then but now knows; we know all about him. Always identifying himself as simple farm boy whenever he stayed, and indeed, indicating an agricultural background on his application, a member of the management team recalled seeing his picture on a poster. It seems "Randy" (whose real name is John Penn Juniper) is a former teller at a bank in another state who is wanted for embezzlement to the tune of $3,346.68 - nearly the exact amount of money he spent with us as a frequent guest over 10 years, minus bus fare to get here. The statue of limitations has a few years to go, and he was floored when we produced the poster. He works for room and board, and shares a unit over in Aluminum City with similarly employed gentlemen.

Don't be the guy who's embarrassed at the crucial moment when he says "Get those legs up in the air!" Loveless Motel has the solution: let our popular yoga instructor, Mr. Stretch N. Spreadam teach you how to attain the most complicated positions with ease. Meet Stretch on the pool deck every odd calendar day, and in the evenings at Ticklers Lounge where he is a bar back

A frequent guest of Loveless Motel for many years, Mr. Will U. Bonus has agreed to enter into a contractual arrangement with the firm as Manager of Hard Tack General Store, the second hand cowboy and leather boutique adjacent to the Bunkhouse. In his capacity as manager of that facility, he'll also take on the task of wrangling the work-release program, mentoring men who have been contingently released from the Hoosegow in order to repay their debt to Loveless Motel. Will's credentials include nearly making it through Wharton's School of the University of Pennsylvania, and having been the accountant of a moderately sized used furniture store which released him from its staff due to an unjustified accusation of mishandling estate sales, in particular those of elderly widowed men with sizable endowments (in the bank). "I just love the get and give of mentorship," says Will, after a week on the job. The Management of Loveless Motel congratulates Mr. Bonus on his appointment.

Some of you may remember our pool boy, Martin Cox is actually well-known pulp fiction writer Hardy Rider, also known for his other attributes/ Now that the summer is over and the pool is closed for the season (with the exception of the festive flotilla now on display throughout the holiday season), our local bard has time to conduct research for his upcoming project, as yet untitled, but his promise of a turgid encounter or two, followed by true love, embezzlement, murder, and workplace drama, murder, or some such device, to get a rise out of his reading public. Look for a new title and book signing right here at Loveless Motel sometime in the spring. Not that the book takes that long to write, but appointments for research volunteers are heavy, and Hardy says research is already draining. Our intramural coach, Luke Atma Peterson, has offered to help lighten the load by conducting interviews as a result of any overflow.

The waterfall at the Tubs in the basement of The Bunkhouse has been temporarily shut off for a couple days to repair a leak in the grotto pool. Contractors have quickly assessed the damage and workers are taking as few breaks as possible to insure the feature is restored to full working capacity in time for the influx of guests expected in the last 2 weeks of the year. Only the most necessary activities of the crew are being sanctioned by the management. When Nic, Loveless Motel Senior manager called the contractor's office and told the secretary "We've gotta leak in our basement", she replied, "Go ahead, sir - it's your basement!" She's been replaced by a promising young intern sent over my Nic.

In an odd twist of fate, Paul, the blind piano player who plays nearly every night at Tickler's Lounge, the piano bar located off the lobby at Loveless Motel, has been sidelined for a week. A certified hustler with a questionable sense of humor who was visiting his room told heavily inebriated Paul that a waffle iron was in fact a hand warmer, and consequently our musician has square burn marks on the palm and several fingers of his right hand. As luck would have it, Paul's pal Lee has just begun a two week vacation in 3 bedroom luxury trailer at Aluminum City, and has offered to step in for a few days while Paul recuperates. Some may recognize Lee, who has a reputation among a lucky few for having beefy thighs that could crack walnuts, but we ask patrons to respect the privacy of our guests who are generally here incognito to experience some of the resort's more earthly delights

Nic - the Senior Operations Manager Taylor from Dallas - Junior Manager Rock Blockhead - Construction Projects and Property Manager Harry Biggerstaff - House Detective Biff Wellington – Head Chef at Birdwhistle’s Tearoom Psycho Randy - Desk clerk on the day shift Dr. John Long - retained seasonally as a medical doctor Officer Dick - inhouse security and law enforcement professional Sheriff Buck N. McBuff - custodian of The Hoosegow Uncle Joe - Intern training facilitator and chief disciplinarian Jack Leyendecker - Intern recruiter and summer talent scout Luke Atma Peterson - Intramural Sports Coach Stretch N. Spreadam - yoga instructor Billy Swallows - Manager of Suit Up Dante' DeWitt - Assistant manager of Suit Up Hardly N. Uphatal - Suit Up salesman Will U. Bonus - Manager of Hard Tack General Store Mr. Dick Gee - contracted operator of Hair and Now Salon "Snap" Wadmacher - roving photographer Frank - model for hire at Shutter Bug Camera Shop Paul - the blind piano player at Tickler's Lounge Buster - Room service waiter Roger - Jack of all trades Dick Blunt - tobacconist at Blunt Smoke Shop and Lottery Tickets Martin Cox - pool boy, aka pulp novel writer Hardy Rider

Our roving resort photographer, "Snap" Wadmacher, captures two men getting to know each other at 8 Ball Bar, located next to the Laundry Room behind the pool house at Loveless Motel. "Snap" tells us that neither had been to an all guy resort before, but when they came to Shutter Bug Camera Shop to claim their picture, they laughed and one said the knee move was shortly followed by a full on kiss, and some hand-to-denim frontal exploration, and, well, you know...

Psycho Randy the desk clerk has finally reported in, and said that during one of the rope demonstrations he was handed a cocktail, and the next thing he knew, he awakened in his staff bedroom with his ankles and wrists with red marks around them, when a tall black guy walked in from the living room totally naked and asked if ne needed any additional plumbing services, and laughed. Randy thought about it for a couple seconds, and decided he could wear a long sleeve shirt to work, and didn't mind standing through his shift.

Our room service waiter Buster reports that he has the best job at Loveless Motel. He says that whenever the door is cracked, he's in for more than a good tip.

Two of our office staff at Loveless Motel work off some of the stress of a weekly meeting. One of our recent interns was overheard to say "It sure beats the Welcome Wagon"

One of our maintenance men, "Bang" Bengtsson, here, can often be seen sunning himself in some remote part of the property or other, though no part is so remote that you won't be able to find him if you need some "maintenance." He's a Swedish immigrant who excels at saying "Hyew are yew? Dyew I know yew? Anyway, dyew yew want to dyew the scryew?" and afterwards, "Are you thryew?"

Stake your claim early any Sunday to get the best spot and most exposure for the Tea Dance at Loveless Motel. This model, supplied by Shutter Bug Camera Shop (located off the lobby) asked the photographer "What is an "L" spot?" and was told "None of your fucking business - just do your job."