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The Apprentice 3.2: "Motel 666"

 The task: each team has forty-eight hours to renovate a NJ seaside motel, with only $20,000.  Afterward, rent out the rooms.  The team with the best feedback scores from guests after check-out wins.

First off, I've gotta say: I would so rock at this task.  Baby, do I know about customer service and decorating on a budget.  I would have fun on this one.

A-ny-way, although the outside of the motels looked nice, and the pools had thankfully been cleaned, it looked like a hopeless cause once they opened the doors to the rooms.  Sopping, moldy carpeting, smelly rooms, broken toilet seats, stains on the walls-- all the signs of negligence.  I thought at first that both teams were pretty much on the right track (for instance, Net Worth went through each room tallying what needed to be bought/fixed, although Magna painting?  Just no), but then things went sliding downhill for my chosen-to-root-for team, NW.  The biggest was, changing his mind while members of his team were off at Target, buying toilet seats, and deciding instead to simply throw out the toilets and buy new ones, as well as vanity covers.  Fourteen of them.  Now, besides being impractical and biting deeply into their limited budget, all the toilets needed were good scrubbings and new seats.  I thought, along with his team, that he shouldn't have done this, and lo and behold, later on they couldn't afford new carpeting.  This, in addition to his abrasive, in-your-face, potty-mouthed manner, shot down any respect the team had for him.  He ended up fighting almost constantly with another team member, Kristen (who looks too much like that wrestler, China, and could learn a thing or two about being quiet-- the woman is an obnoxious motormouth), and John called him as he rightly is: "A silly little man" (literally and figuratively).

I ended up rooting more for Magna, actually.  Danny learned a thing or two from last week and changed into a regular suit.  Unbelievable!  Although the guests complained about the paint smell, and the rooms really didn't look good-- no plants, pictures, or anything else to really set them apart-- Magna decided to have a party outside, and the guests seemed to enjoy that.  Good thinking; when you can't win on renovations, go for hospitality.  However, Verna, in charge of hospitality and signing in guests, completely lost it, and without food or forty-eight hours of sleep, took off.  Literally; she grabbed her bags and began aimlessly walking the streets.  And Caroline went after her.  Usually Caroline is silently sneering or snarking, but she was very nice to Vera, walking alongside her, telling her she knew how tough it was, and that if she needed to talk, she would listen.  At first Verna kept walking, which pissed me off-- if someone's being that nice, the least you could do is stop walking and look at them.  She must have, though, because Verna eventually accompanied Caroline back to the motel, she apologized to her teammates, and offered herself up to be fired, should they lose.  I ended up feeling bad for her, and I do think it took a little balls to go back, humbly, and realize what your faults are.

Magna ended up winning, and taking a cruise on Steve Forbes' yacht.  Hrm, he's not as weird when he's not running for president.  He still reminds me of  a badly-misshapen Edward Hermann, though.

NW goes to the boardroom; Trump asks Brian if it was his fault that NW lost.  Yes.  Should I fire you?   Yes.  HA!  Trump is dumbfounded, but quickly gets the rest of the team to point out why.  Although I can't stand silly little Brian, I was sort of hoping that Kristen would get the axe-- she's a silly little wrestler.  There was some odd editing, I have to say: one moment Chris is quiet, the next he's screaming irately, cords standing out.  Wha...?  I still have no idea why he got upset.  Anyway, in the end, Brian's caboose got kicked out.  Goodbye, silly little man.

Line of the Week (From Verna): "My body is mentally exhausted."  Yes, the little brains in my arms and legs often tell me that, too.

Next week: someone quits in the first five minutes.  It would greatly increase my viewing pleasure if it's China.

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