Sweet Jeebus
I came into work after already knowing J had a FUN night Friday. One of our "I'm not here, nobody can know I'm here." EW's kind of.. fucked himself over. Long story short, idiot got his room busted into by cops, who were nice enough to use the key (No door down YAY) but, had to cut the chain to get in. Crap. So.. eh. Door locks, we're good.
Called Mommy Manager to tell her and all she can do is "I leave for one night and tada people go stupid? Stick his ass on DNR (do not rent.) I knew if we let him stay enough times he'd hang himself. Night!"
Me: "Uh.. okay?"
And she gets the pleasure of hitting his card for the damage to the room. Man.. I wanted to do it!
Bad Casino! No room for you!
Second weekend Casino Asshat has done this to me. They call, ask if we have rooms, I say yes.. they say they'll call back with how many they need. Seeing as it's USUALLY one.. and I was screwed last weekend, I told them they got 10 minutes to figure their stuff out, as if they weren't paying, I was going to sell the rooms to people that were.
As of.. now.. no Casino Asshot rooms.
The only "C" word accepted at this hotel: Can't.
See, you called me a cunt. By the way, that's the FASTEST way to insure I'm not nice when you come in. Yes, it's a word that "Shouldn't be offensive." but I still don't like it. That and the N word, to me, earn you NO respect.
And now, you're griping to my sister site that my rack rate was too high and I was overcharging you because I was a feminist. Psst.. dumbstick.. that's the STARTING rate. Had you not been a jerk, I'd have happily helped you with the rate. But, you were, so I won't.
I really need my intercom back.
Yes, I admit I'm a wimp when I don't have my intercom to use. But that's because using this weak door lock by leaving it unlocked, bugs me. I like my protection damnit. So.. if Mr. sir can't spend the 20 minutees to fix this week, Mommy Manager said I could smack him and ask him why not. :P She's not serious of course, but I feel a lil better.
No. NO no no.
Coversation between me and Sir StuAss. (Stupid ass).
Me: Thank you for calling the wonderful hotel, how can I help you?
StuAss: "I want my room that's reserved."
Me: "I show no incoming rooms sir."
StuAss: "That's because it's reserved. I get the same room everytime."
Me: "Can I have your name?"
StuAss: "I'm there every weekend, you know me."
Me: "No.. not over the phone, I'm sorry, I don't. So, may I have your name please?"
StuAss: *insert real name here* Geez.
Me: *typing away and really trying not to laugh* "Sir, you haven't ever stayed here. Are you sure you called the right hotel?"
StuAss: "This is *hotel* in *totally wrong city* right?
Me: "No sir. Hotel chain is right. but you have the wrong city. They're number is _______".
StuAss: "Well you should have known where I meant to call!" *click*
Wait.. Wait.
I'm supposed to know who you are, when you've never stayed here, and can't get your numbers straight? Right.. sorry.. I failed telepathy course at Hogwarts.
I came into work after already knowing J had a FUN night Friday. One of our "I'm not here, nobody can know I'm here." EW's kind of.. fucked himself over. Long story short, idiot got his room busted into by cops, who were nice enough to use the key (No door down YAY) but, had to cut the chain to get in. Crap. So.. eh. Door locks, we're good.
Called Mommy Manager to tell her and all she can do is "I leave for one night and tada people go stupid? Stick his ass on DNR (do not rent.) I knew if we let him stay enough times he'd hang himself. Night!"
Me: "Uh.. okay?"
And she gets the pleasure of hitting his card for the damage to the room. Man.. I wanted to do it!
Bad Casino! No room for you!
Second weekend Casino Asshat has done this to me. They call, ask if we have rooms, I say yes.. they say they'll call back with how many they need. Seeing as it's USUALLY one.. and I was screwed last weekend, I told them they got 10 minutes to figure their stuff out, as if they weren't paying, I was going to sell the rooms to people that were.
As of.. now.. no Casino Asshot rooms.
The only "C" word accepted at this hotel: Can't.
See, you called me a cunt. By the way, that's the FASTEST way to insure I'm not nice when you come in. Yes, it's a word that "Shouldn't be offensive." but I still don't like it. That and the N word, to me, earn you NO respect.
And now, you're griping to my sister site that my rack rate was too high and I was overcharging you because I was a feminist. Psst.. dumbstick.. that's the STARTING rate. Had you not been a jerk, I'd have happily helped you with the rate. But, you were, so I won't.
I really need my intercom back.
Yes, I admit I'm a wimp when I don't have my intercom to use. But that's because using this weak door lock by leaving it unlocked, bugs me. I like my protection damnit. So.. if Mr. sir can't spend the 20 minutees to fix this week, Mommy Manager said I could smack him and ask him why not. :P She's not serious of course, but I feel a lil better.
No. NO no no.
Coversation between me and Sir StuAss. (Stupid ass).
Me: Thank you for calling the wonderful hotel, how can I help you?
StuAss: "I want my room that's reserved."
Me: "I show no incoming rooms sir."
StuAss: "That's because it's reserved. I get the same room everytime."
Me: "Can I have your name?"
StuAss: "I'm there every weekend, you know me."
Me: "No.. not over the phone, I'm sorry, I don't. So, may I have your name please?"
StuAss: *insert real name here* Geez.
Me: *typing away and really trying not to laugh* "Sir, you haven't ever stayed here. Are you sure you called the right hotel?"
StuAss: "This is *hotel* in *totally wrong city* right?
Me: "No sir. Hotel chain is right. but you have the wrong city. They're number is _______".
StuAss: "Well you should have known where I meant to call!" *click*
Wait.. Wait.
I'm supposed to know who you are, when you've never stayed here, and can't get your numbers straight? Right.. sorry.. I failed telepathy course at Hogwarts.
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