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Scared you, didn't I? Don't worry -- I didn't go back to the hotel. I worked for about four hours yesterday night there, however because the boss, my old boss, wanted to leave early and go to dinner with her family.
No so you'd notice. She decided that dinner wasn't so important that it couldn't wait two more hours while she begged me to come back.
Some highlights:
"Will you come back for $10 an hour?"
"Will you come back for two months free rent?" (I rent my house from her, but that will hopefully change soon also.)
Basically, she's desperate. I don't care. I hated that place, and I was reminded of why, not fifteen minutes after I came in. I had four guests to deal with total during the time I was there.
Guest number one was an old man who came in right about fifteen minutes after I arrived.
"I have a lot of stuff that I don't want to carry upstairs, so I'd like a room on the first floor. I have AAA and AARP, too."
Translation: I'm lazy and I'm old so give me a discount.
Guest number two was a man who was already staying at the hotel. He came to the front and asked:
"Is there an ice machine anywhere in this building?"
The boss was still there and told him there was.
"Oh yeah? Well where is it? Isn't there one anywhere? Anywhere?!"
Guests three and four didn't cause any trouble, but between the first two, who were very typical of what I had to deal with dozens of times a day, and my boss begging and begging and begging and begging, I got plenty pissed. It was to the point that she was offering ridiculous amounts of money for me to come back, like $20 an hour, which is just stupid. She can't and won't pay that much. She knows it and I know it. But... she just wanted to know if I would come back for that much money. The answer, honestly, is no because I hate that job so much.
She's desperate, like I said, but all I can say further is that if she paid her employees what they were worth and paid them enough to put up with the public, then she wouldn't keep losing them.
No so you'd notice. She decided that dinner wasn't so important that it couldn't wait two more hours while she begged me to come back.
Some highlights:
"Will you come back for $10 an hour?"
"Will you come back for two months free rent?" (I rent my house from her, but that will hopefully change soon also.)
Basically, she's desperate. I don't care. I hated that place, and I was reminded of why, not fifteen minutes after I came in. I had four guests to deal with total during the time I was there.
Guest number one was an old man who came in right about fifteen minutes after I arrived.
"I have a lot of stuff that I don't want to carry upstairs, so I'd like a room on the first floor. I have AAA and AARP, too."
Translation: I'm lazy and I'm old so give me a discount.
Guest number two was a man who was already staying at the hotel. He came to the front and asked:
"Is there an ice machine anywhere in this building?"
The boss was still there and told him there was.
"Oh yeah? Well where is it? Isn't there one anywhere? Anywhere?!"
Guests three and four didn't cause any trouble, but between the first two, who were very typical of what I had to deal with dozens of times a day, and my boss begging and begging and begging and begging, I got plenty pissed. It was to the point that she was offering ridiculous amounts of money for me to come back, like $20 an hour, which is just stupid. She can't and won't pay that much. She knows it and I know it. But... she just wanted to know if I would come back for that much money. The answer, honestly, is no because I hate that job so much.
She's desperate, like I said, but all I can say further is that if she paid her employees what they were worth and paid them enough to put up with the public, then she wouldn't keep losing them.
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