I had one from just now. SC comes up to the desk from the front door. This fact alone has me questioning if he's staying here. Thoughts in parantheses.
SC: You guys have free wireless internet, right?
Me: Yes, it's available to all guests.
SC: Can you help me with the internet?
Me: Sure what room are you in.
SC: I can't remember.
(HOLD IT!! You can't remember?)
Me: What's your last name?
SC: *Unregistered last name*
Me: I'm sorry, but it's not showing up in our records.
SC: It's actually my friend's room.
Me: What's his name?
SC: *First name*
Me: What's his last name?
SC: I don't know.
Me: I'm sorry, but until someone that is registered tonight comes down, I am unable to help you with your internet problems.
SC: But he's asleep.
Me: I understand that, but if he's the only one registered, I have to have him come down here before I can help you.
SC: Let me talk to your manager.
Me: I'm sorry but no one is available at this time. (4am)
SC: Does he have a number?
Me: *Gives him a card*
SC: So if I call this number I'll be able to talk to your manager?
Me: No, it's the number for this hotel. A manager will be available Monday morning.
SC: No, I want to talk to him now. Give me his number.
Me: I am NOT giving you his personal number.
SC: Why not?
Me: Because he's sleeping.
SC: I don't fucking care.
Me: Please don't swear at me.
SC: Fuck off! You're losing a valuble customer. I stay here all the time?
I do a search while I continue talking. (OBJECTION!!! I have exactly zero names come up starting with the first three letters of his last name.)
Me: As I said, you're welcome to talk to our manager on Monday.
SC: Are you in customer service?
Me: Yes I am.
SC: I'm the customer. You're not doing your job well. Let me talk to your manager.
(Like hell you're a customer. Customers SPEND MONEY here.)
Me: I'm sorry you feel that way, but there's nothing else I can do. You can talk to our manager on Monday.
SC: Your manager can suck my fucking balls.
Me: I'm going to have to ask you to leave.
SC: Ask me to leave.
Me: Leave or I'm getting the police involved.
SC: Do it then.
I grab our list of numbers. I fumble a bit trying to find the number.
SC: You can't even find it.
I find the business card with one of the local officers' names on it. I start dialing. After I start dialing, SC leaves.
I'm not scared at all for my job. My managers back us up. Plus they have the video version of the conversation.
SC: You guys have free wireless internet, right?
Me: Yes, it's available to all guests.
SC: Can you help me with the internet?
Me: Sure what room are you in.
SC: I can't remember.
(HOLD IT!! You can't remember?)
Me: What's your last name?
SC: *Unregistered last name*
Me: I'm sorry, but it's not showing up in our records.
SC: It's actually my friend's room.
Me: What's his name?
SC: *First name*
Me: What's his last name?
SC: I don't know.
Me: I'm sorry, but until someone that is registered tonight comes down, I am unable to help you with your internet problems.
SC: But he's asleep.
Me: I understand that, but if he's the only one registered, I have to have him come down here before I can help you.
SC: Let me talk to your manager.
Me: I'm sorry but no one is available at this time. (4am)
SC: Does he have a number?
Me: *Gives him a card*
SC: So if I call this number I'll be able to talk to your manager?
Me: No, it's the number for this hotel. A manager will be available Monday morning.
SC: No, I want to talk to him now. Give me his number.
Me: I am NOT giving you his personal number.
SC: Why not?
Me: Because he's sleeping.
SC: I don't fucking care.
Me: Please don't swear at me.
SC: Fuck off! You're losing a valuble customer. I stay here all the time?
I do a search while I continue talking. (OBJECTION!!! I have exactly zero names come up starting with the first three letters of his last name.)
Me: As I said, you're welcome to talk to our manager on Monday.
SC: Are you in customer service?
Me: Yes I am.
SC: I'm the customer. You're not doing your job well. Let me talk to your manager.
(Like hell you're a customer. Customers SPEND MONEY here.)
Me: I'm sorry you feel that way, but there's nothing else I can do. You can talk to our manager on Monday.
SC: Your manager can suck my fucking balls.
Me: I'm going to have to ask you to leave.
SC: Ask me to leave.
Me: Leave or I'm getting the police involved.
SC: Do it then.
I grab our list of numbers. I fumble a bit trying to find the number.
SC: You can't even find it.
I find the business card with one of the local officers' names on it. I start dialing. After I start dialing, SC leaves.
I'm not scared at all for my job. My managers back us up. Plus they have the video version of the conversation.
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