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Oh, the Things I Could Say...
...if I didn't mind the possibility of being unemployed. But I kinda like to have food and shelter, so bottle my thoughts must I.
It's a busy weekend here at the hotel, what with this big, local race-thing (henceforth referred to as The Race) going on and lots of people in town because of it. So far, for the most part, the great spike in guests staying here hasn't been too bad today. But of course it can't all be peaches and sunflowers, so here I am.
Broken Volume Knob
To the people who have been sitting in the lobby for the better part of two hours blathering on and on at way too high a volume given the proximity you are sitting in relation to each other, I would just like to say... fuck you. I am even less interested in what you are talking about than I was when you first sat down two fucking hours ago. Don't you have a room you could go to? Then you would only be annoying the furniture instead of your burnt out front desk worker. At the very least, find your volume knobs and fix them. Fuck you and have a nice day.
But I Should be SPESHUL
To the 'gentleman' who decided to grace my desk with his presence while fondling a can of beer and breathing beer fumes in my direction, I hate you. I especially feel this way since you decided to look at our sign stating that anyone caught smoking in their rooms would be charged a fee and make a whiny, snide remark about it. I informed you politely that all our rooms are non-smoking (a state law as far as I know), and you kindly stated that you knew that. You, 'sir', are not special; the rules still apply to you, regardless of how you feel about them. Plus, I have no doubt that you have been standing outside most of the day watching The Race, and from what I can tell you haven't withered away and died due to the exposure yet, so going outside to have your puffs of fresh air should be no issue. Hell, take your beer out there with you, I really don't care. I'm not your keeper, but I will still happily charge you our fee if we have to clean up your tobacco residue.
Run Around Some More for Me
This older lady walked in and was looking for a room. No problem, since we had some mix-ups with reservations so we actually had rooms available, even though The Race is on. But her husband apparently has bad arthritis and needs to sleep in a recliner. They bring their own recliner with them when they travel in case a hotel doesn't have any rooms with them already. I let her know that I was pretty sure our single queens had a recliner in them. She wanted me to check. A bit annoying, mainly because I'm lazy, but no problem since I honestly wasn't completely sure that all single queens had a recliner in them. So I go check and sure enough, I was correct. She went and got her husband from the car and he wanted to then take a look at the room to make sure he would be able to sleep comfortably in the recliner. Argh, fine, follow me. Back up the stairs I go, with them in tow, all the way down the hall to the very end, to show them the room. They were very nice and it turned out to work for them, so they took the room, I was just inwardly annoyed at having to basically run laps around the hotel. But, part of my job and all that, regardless of how much I may not want to do it at times.
That's all for now. Hopefully that's all for the weekend. I'm really hoping I won't have to deal with obnoxious drunks on my watch.
It's a busy weekend here at the hotel, what with this big, local race-thing (henceforth referred to as The Race) going on and lots of people in town because of it. So far, for the most part, the great spike in guests staying here hasn't been too bad today. But of course it can't all be peaches and sunflowers, so here I am.
Broken Volume Knob
To the people who have been sitting in the lobby for the better part of two hours blathering on and on at way too high a volume given the proximity you are sitting in relation to each other, I would just like to say... fuck you. I am even less interested in what you are talking about than I was when you first sat down two fucking hours ago. Don't you have a room you could go to? Then you would only be annoying the furniture instead of your burnt out front desk worker. At the very least, find your volume knobs and fix them. Fuck you and have a nice day.
But I Should be SPESHUL
To the 'gentleman' who decided to grace my desk with his presence while fondling a can of beer and breathing beer fumes in my direction, I hate you. I especially feel this way since you decided to look at our sign stating that anyone caught smoking in their rooms would be charged a fee and make a whiny, snide remark about it. I informed you politely that all our rooms are non-smoking (a state law as far as I know), and you kindly stated that you knew that. You, 'sir', are not special; the rules still apply to you, regardless of how you feel about them. Plus, I have no doubt that you have been standing outside most of the day watching The Race, and from what I can tell you haven't withered away and died due to the exposure yet, so going outside to have your puffs of fresh air should be no issue. Hell, take your beer out there with you, I really don't care. I'm not your keeper, but I will still happily charge you our fee if we have to clean up your tobacco residue.
Run Around Some More for Me
This older lady walked in and was looking for a room. No problem, since we had some mix-ups with reservations so we actually had rooms available, even though The Race is on. But her husband apparently has bad arthritis and needs to sleep in a recliner. They bring their own recliner with them when they travel in case a hotel doesn't have any rooms with them already. I let her know that I was pretty sure our single queens had a recliner in them. She wanted me to check. A bit annoying, mainly because I'm lazy, but no problem since I honestly wasn't completely sure that all single queens had a recliner in them. So I go check and sure enough, I was correct. She went and got her husband from the car and he wanted to then take a look at the room to make sure he would be able to sleep comfortably in the recliner. Argh, fine, follow me. Back up the stairs I go, with them in tow, all the way down the hall to the very end, to show them the room. They were very nice and it turned out to work for them, so they took the room, I was just inwardly annoyed at having to basically run laps around the hotel. But, part of my job and all that, regardless of how much I may not want to do it at times.
That's all for now. Hopefully that's all for the weekend. I'm really hoping I won't have to deal with obnoxious drunks on my watch.
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