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Yakima sucks.

Now usually, when I say something sucks, I'm really just blowing some miniscule bad experience completely out of proportion. Oh no, not this time folks. Seriously, Yakima sucks in a soul-sucking, ass-blasting, widow-making, make you go home crying to your mommy kind of way of which you could never dream of. This place makes the fifties look like a rip roaring good time. This is the kind of place where dressing like Eminem, driving your mom's Neon, and listening to gangster rap with the words CLASS OF 2006 written on the back window in bright red window chalk is not only socially acceptable, it's encouraged. The kind of place where Wal-Mart is a social event, not a retail outlet. This is the kind of place where the only promising dining experience past 8pm on a weekday is a Mexican-American buffet. That's right, I said Mexican- American buffet. The sign out front said 'Now Open". On first glance, I thought it was a brand new restaurant, but after getting about half of my plate filled with the sad offerings on the buffet line, I realized it was more likely that the Now Open sign was referring to having been recently shut down by a health inspector. Also, the food looked like it had been cooked by some mouth-breathing sister-loving moron named Jimbo. I completely lost my appetite after seeing a server fill the hot plates on the buffet up with water from a garden hose. I should have went for the place in the alley behind the Mexican-American craphole that advertised French Cuisine...even though I have no idea what French food tastes like I'm sure it couldn't have let me down as much as the assfest I experienced.

Also, I had to deal with quite a few stupid people today, and I'm not going to get to come home tonight like I thought I was, but only because one of the guys I work with didn't feel like staying to finish up the job tonight so I could leave. Dick.

One more thing: 80 hotel rooms + 32 parking spaces = learn math, idiots.