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I just get this a few minutes ago. This wasn't funny, just stupid and aggravating....
Now, many resorts that expect international guests use a travel agency for reservations. To stop people from all over the world badgering them at the front desk all day. One of my clients is, of course, one of these travel agencies. But its almost 1am so they're obviously not open.
Thus phones a parental unit that is tethered at low altitude by the umbilical cord.
It takes me a few moments just to get her to stop ranting long enough to convince her that I'm not the hotel, I'm the agency that does their reservations. She then informs me, at length, of the Crisis(tm)
Her son ( "HE'S ONLY 20!!!!" ) is staying at the hotel. Some stuff was stolen from his hotel room either because house keeping pocketed something ( Unlikely at major resort ) or because he left the door open and someone snagged it ( More likely ). Either way something was stolen ( His digital camera by the sounds of it ).
Sucks, yeah, but not a CRISIS~#$eleventy per say. However, in her mind, his life is now endanger, she's not "comfortable" with him saying alone at this resort ( Because, as she mentioned, "HE'S ONLY 20!!!" ). So now she's trying to reach the hotel's front desk directly....why? I have no fscking idea why actually. She obviously knows what happened so her son must have told her. So she DOES have a way of contacting him. Yet she's taken it upon herself to try and look up the resort's phone number online so she can call the resort herself and....I dunno, arrange for an armed escort for him for the rest of his stay or something.
So I endure this ranting at length while I try to get in a world edgewise. See, the office is closed and we certainly don't have a massive directory of every motel, hotel, resort and airport here. So I don't have the number to the front desk for her.
Yet every time I tell her this she ramps the panic up a notch as if she can convince me to pull it out of my ass through sheer force of hysteria alone. She starts on the "WELL IF IT WAS YOUR CHILD HOW WOULD YOU FEEL!?" bullshit. Sorry, lady, if he was my child I'd have raised him to look after himself by the time he was 20 for Christ sakes. In fact I get the impression he CAN and didn't give you the hotel's direct number because he knows you're batshit.
After more denial of reality she finally just goes for broke and starts ranting at me "WELL WHAT IF SOMEONE'S LIFE WAS IN DANGER?! WHAT WOULD YOU DO THEN!?". What would I do then? Jackshit, actually. Because this is a god damn TRAVEL AGENCY not INTERPOL. If you're so damn concerned about your precious little snowflake then get a rifle, board a plane and stalk him till he's 60. Leave us out of it.
Besides, none of your insane ranting changes the basic fact that I do not have the number and have no way of obtaining the number so even if you could convince me there would still be dick all I could do to assist.
Argh. >.>
Now, many resorts that expect international guests use a travel agency for reservations. To stop people from all over the world badgering them at the front desk all day. One of my clients is, of course, one of these travel agencies. But its almost 1am so they're obviously not open.
Thus phones a parental unit that is tethered at low altitude by the umbilical cord.
It takes me a few moments just to get her to stop ranting long enough to convince her that I'm not the hotel, I'm the agency that does their reservations. She then informs me, at length, of the Crisis(tm)
Her son ( "HE'S ONLY 20!!!!" ) is staying at the hotel. Some stuff was stolen from his hotel room either because house keeping pocketed something ( Unlikely at major resort ) or because he left the door open and someone snagged it ( More likely ). Either way something was stolen ( His digital camera by the sounds of it ).
Sucks, yeah, but not a CRISIS~#$eleventy per say. However, in her mind, his life is now endanger, she's not "comfortable" with him saying alone at this resort ( Because, as she mentioned, "HE'S ONLY 20!!!" ). So now she's trying to reach the hotel's front desk directly....why? I have no fscking idea why actually. She obviously knows what happened so her son must have told her. So she DOES have a way of contacting him. Yet she's taken it upon herself to try and look up the resort's phone number online so she can call the resort herself and....I dunno, arrange for an armed escort for him for the rest of his stay or something.
So I endure this ranting at length while I try to get in a world edgewise. See, the office is closed and we certainly don't have a massive directory of every motel, hotel, resort and airport here. So I don't have the number to the front desk for her.
Yet every time I tell her this she ramps the panic up a notch as if she can convince me to pull it out of my ass through sheer force of hysteria alone. She starts on the "WELL IF IT WAS YOUR CHILD HOW WOULD YOU FEEL!?" bullshit. Sorry, lady, if he was my child I'd have raised him to look after himself by the time he was 20 for Christ sakes. In fact I get the impression he CAN and didn't give you the hotel's direct number because he knows you're batshit.
After more denial of reality she finally just goes for broke and starts ranting at me "WELL WHAT IF SOMEONE'S LIFE WAS IN DANGER?! WHAT WOULD YOU DO THEN!?". What would I do then? Jackshit, actually. Because this is a god damn TRAVEL AGENCY not INTERPOL. If you're so damn concerned about your precious little snowflake then get a rifle, board a plane and stalk him till he's 60. Leave us out of it.
Besides, none of your insane ranting changes the basic fact that I do not have the number and have no way of obtaining the number so even if you could convince me there would still be dick all I could do to assist.
Argh. >.>
Really!
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