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This has no preamble.
Me: Underpaid
MB: Mega bitch
HH: Henpecked hubby
(Scene: Busy, sold out night
)
Me: Hello? No we're sold out. (phone rings) Hello? No we're sold out. (phone rings) Hello? No we're sold out. (phone rings) Hello? No we're sold out. (phone rings) SOMEONE SHOOT ME!! X_X
CW: And here is your keys, sir, have a nice stay!
HH: Uh....is this room SMOKING?!
CW: Yes sir.
HH: (glances at wife, who is busy with brats) Don't you have a non smoking, that's what we booked!
CW: No, we're sold out.
HH: But that's what we booked!
CW: According to the computer, you booked a smoking room.
HH: WTF
MB: What's wrong dear?
HH: N-nothing dear.
MB: Well hurry up the kids are tired!
HH: Kay, dear....
(They leave upstairs)
CW: See ya later, HM! (leaves cuz it's the end of her shift)
Me: Bye. Hello? No we're sold out. (phone rings) Hello? No we're sold out. (phone rings) Hello? No we're sold out. (phone rings) Hello? No we're sold out. (phone rings) X_X
(few minutes later)
HH: Er, hi.
Me: (between phone calls) Can I help you?
HH: Yeah. (shows me phone) See, right here it's says Non smoking on my reservation!
Me: Uh? Yes it does say that. Um, let's see. It says nonsmoking on the comment box. NOt in the reservation itself.
HH: So??
Me: That means whoever booked this reservation made a mistake.
HH: I booked this with my travel agent! D:<
Me: Yeah she or he made a mistake. Putting request on the comment box means basically nothing. The room assigners rarely look at that.
HH: WTF
Me: I'm sorry. EVEN THOUGH I'M NOT THE ONE OF MADE THE MISTAKE. DON'T KILL ME PLEASEE I'M ONLY A CLERK.
HH:....argh. Well, can you help me make a reservation at some other place?!
Me: Sure. Unfortunately, due to a tournament, all the other hotels are sold out, too.
HH: WTF D:<
Me: Sorry.
HH: Well what about tommorrow night?
Me: Uh. Yeah we have some rooms tommorrow.
HH: And the day after.
Me: Um. Actually, the day after we're sold out.
HH: WTF I want it for both nights!
Me: Yeah. Sorry about that!
HH: Well, call around and see if they have any room for tommorrow and the day after!
Me: Kay.
So between phone calls, I'm calling around. Luckily the Hellton across the street has rooms for tommorow night. And the day after. So I make a reservation for him, write down his confirmation number, and give it to him. He doesn't seem happy, but I don't give a fuck. He leaves and I hope that's that. But it never is!
Me: Hello, front desk.
MB: Hello, this is Mrs. X in room 666. This room is SMOKING!!!
Me: Uh, yeah, it is.
MB: My hubby was there and he showed you our reservation, and it says NONSMOKING!! My kids all have allergies and this is unacceptable!!!
Me: Ma'am, the resvation was a mistake made by your travel agent.
MB: HOW DARE YOU ACCUSE US OF MAKING A MISTAKE!!!
Me: I wasn't trying to accuse you, unless you are you're own travel agent!
MB: I don't care, my kids are sick now, this room is filthy and it smells! Give me a NONSMOKING ROOM NOWWWW!
Me: Like I told your hubby, we don't have any! I'm sorry!
MB: Well, FIND ONE! I DON'T CARE IF IT'S THE RITZ!
Me: Okay, I'll try.
MB:...DON'T YOU HAVE ANY ROOMS AT ALL?!
Me: Well, we have one that's coming in, if he doesn't come by three, you can have his room.
MB: I NEED IT NOW!! TELL HIM THAT THERE WAS A MIXUP WITH HIS ROOM AND GIVE ME HIS ROOM!!!
Me: WTF No I will not do that.
MB: DO IT DO IT DO IT!!!!
Me: What if it was YOUR reservation and I gave it away??
MB: I DON'T CARE!!!!! IT IS OURS! MY KID IS SICK!!!!
Me: Okay lemme call my manager.
I call OMS, my manager, and he doesn't know what to do. -_- He hems and haws like usual and mutters about stopping by. He tells me to continue calling the other hotels for this woman for tonight. I said I would.
The other hotels are either too busy to pick up or sold out. Every. Last. One. WTF is golf really that popular??


I'm calling and calling, and this MB is calling me every fifteen minutes or so, spouting threats, calling names, mocking us, and so forth. At that point, I was done.
Finally OMS arrives, looking very grim. I'm glad to see him. I'm surre that this MB just needs to be told by a manager and she'll go off in her merry way, like so many others.
I was wrong!
OMS: Hello I'm the manager.
MB: FINALLY! I just spoke with your employee here and we need a new room!!
OMS: Okay. I'm sorry that we don't have any more rooms.
MB: I don't need to hear your sorries! I just need a new room! That room is filthy, and it has ants! Why does this place have smoking room anyway??
OMS: Well-
MB: Never mind that!! This is unacceptable!! My kids are very sick!! Look at them, they are crying and red eyed!!! If they go to the hospital because of your filthy room, I'm suiing!!
OMS: Well, uh-
MB: I've been too many places and the customer is always right!!
OMS: Yes-
MB: Many hotels I tell you! And they had smoking rooms!! But (dramatic pause) YOU NEVER KNOW THAT THEY ARE!
OMS: Yes, uh-
MB: I DON'T CARE! I DON'T CARE WHAT YOU HAVE TO SAY JUST GET ME A NEW ROOM NOW AND DON'T ARGUE WITH MEEEE!
OMS: (talking over her) I'M SORRY YOUR KID IS SICK BUT-
MB: NO BUTS! GET ME MY ROOM!!!
OMS: -WE ARE NOT MAGICIANS WE CANNOT MAKE ROOMS APPEAR!
MB: DON'T BE SARCASTIC WITH ME!! AND DON'T ARGUE WITH ME THE CUSTOMER IS ALWAYS RIGHT!!!!
On and on it went. The bitch was a friggin broken record. OMS had to call the scary GM, and tell him. This bitch would not be satisfied. What, does she want us to pull a room out of our ass?!
And what's this BS about the customer is always right? Right, lady, when you're the customer right? Dumb bitch.
Finally the MB takes her wailing brats outside, and OMS calls the scary GM, Mr. Drill Sarge. Mr. DS is NOT a people person, like me
. He told OMS to tell MB to throw her and her rotten family out and call the cops if they whine! He didn't want evil people in his hotel and neither do I. And he meant it too. Ah, to be a GM...
OMS, instead, comped her night and set it up so our hotel pays for the reservation at Hellton. WTF She bitches, and she gets free nights?! Call the cops on this crazy bitch!
Why oh why won't OMS grow some ballz already?
Well at least they are leaving and won't be here tomorrow. That guy that was supposed to come in, never did, so his clean, non smoking room was freed up. I don't think I'll tell them that though. I have to work tomorrow night

This has no preamble.
Me: Underpaid
MB: Mega bitch
HH: Henpecked hubby
(Scene: Busy, sold out night
)Me: Hello? No we're sold out. (phone rings) Hello? No we're sold out. (phone rings) Hello? No we're sold out. (phone rings) Hello? No we're sold out. (phone rings) SOMEONE SHOOT ME!! X_X
CW: And here is your keys, sir, have a nice stay!

HH: Uh....is this room SMOKING?!
CW: Yes sir.
HH: (glances at wife, who is busy with brats) Don't you have a non smoking, that's what we booked!
CW: No, we're sold out.
HH: But that's what we booked!
CW: According to the computer, you booked a smoking room.
HH: WTF
MB: What's wrong dear?
HH: N-nothing dear.
MB: Well hurry up the kids are tired!
HH: Kay, dear....
(They leave upstairs)
CW: See ya later, HM! (leaves cuz it's the end of her shift)
Me: Bye. Hello? No we're sold out. (phone rings) Hello? No we're sold out. (phone rings) Hello? No we're sold out. (phone rings) Hello? No we're sold out. (phone rings) X_X
(few minutes later)
HH: Er, hi.
Me: (between phone calls) Can I help you?
HH: Yeah. (shows me phone) See, right here it's says Non smoking on my reservation!
Me: Uh? Yes it does say that. Um, let's see. It says nonsmoking on the comment box. NOt in the reservation itself.
HH: So??
Me: That means whoever booked this reservation made a mistake.
HH: I booked this with my travel agent! D:<
Me: Yeah she or he made a mistake. Putting request on the comment box means basically nothing. The room assigners rarely look at that.
HH: WTF
Me: I'm sorry. EVEN THOUGH I'M NOT THE ONE OF MADE THE MISTAKE. DON'T KILL ME PLEASEE I'M ONLY A CLERK.
HH:....argh. Well, can you help me make a reservation at some other place?!
Me: Sure. Unfortunately, due to a tournament, all the other hotels are sold out, too.
HH: WTF D:<
Me: Sorry.
HH: Well what about tommorrow night?
Me: Uh. Yeah we have some rooms tommorrow.
HH: And the day after.
Me: Um. Actually, the day after we're sold out.

HH: WTF I want it for both nights!
Me: Yeah. Sorry about that!
HH: Well, call around and see if they have any room for tommorrow and the day after!
Me: Kay.
So between phone calls, I'm calling around. Luckily the Hellton across the street has rooms for tommorow night. And the day after. So I make a reservation for him, write down his confirmation number, and give it to him. He doesn't seem happy, but I don't give a fuck. He leaves and I hope that's that. But it never is!
Me: Hello, front desk.
MB: Hello, this is Mrs. X in room 666. This room is SMOKING!!!
Me: Uh, yeah, it is.
MB: My hubby was there and he showed you our reservation, and it says NONSMOKING!! My kids all have allergies and this is unacceptable!!!
Me: Ma'am, the resvation was a mistake made by your travel agent.
MB: HOW DARE YOU ACCUSE US OF MAKING A MISTAKE!!!
Me: I wasn't trying to accuse you, unless you are you're own travel agent!
MB: I don't care, my kids are sick now, this room is filthy and it smells! Give me a NONSMOKING ROOM NOWWWW!
Me: Like I told your hubby, we don't have any! I'm sorry!
MB: Well, FIND ONE! I DON'T CARE IF IT'S THE RITZ!
Me: Okay, I'll try.
MB:...DON'T YOU HAVE ANY ROOMS AT ALL?!
Me: Well, we have one that's coming in, if he doesn't come by three, you can have his room.
MB: I NEED IT NOW!! TELL HIM THAT THERE WAS A MIXUP WITH HIS ROOM AND GIVE ME HIS ROOM!!!
Me: WTF No I will not do that.
MB: DO IT DO IT DO IT!!!!
Me: What if it was YOUR reservation and I gave it away??
MB: I DON'T CARE!!!!! IT IS OURS! MY KID IS SICK!!!!
Me: Okay lemme call my manager.
I call OMS, my manager, and he doesn't know what to do. -_- He hems and haws like usual and mutters about stopping by. He tells me to continue calling the other hotels for this woman for tonight. I said I would.
The other hotels are either too busy to pick up or sold out. Every. Last. One. WTF is golf really that popular??



I'm calling and calling, and this MB is calling me every fifteen minutes or so, spouting threats, calling names, mocking us, and so forth. At that point, I was done.
Finally OMS arrives, looking very grim. I'm glad to see him. I'm surre that this MB just needs to be told by a manager and she'll go off in her merry way, like so many others.
I was wrong!
OMS: Hello I'm the manager.
MB: FINALLY! I just spoke with your employee here and we need a new room!!
OMS: Okay. I'm sorry that we don't have any more rooms.
MB: I don't need to hear your sorries! I just need a new room! That room is filthy, and it has ants! Why does this place have smoking room anyway??
OMS: Well-
MB: Never mind that!! This is unacceptable!! My kids are very sick!! Look at them, they are crying and red eyed!!! If they go to the hospital because of your filthy room, I'm suiing!!
OMS: Well, uh-
MB: I've been too many places and the customer is always right!!
OMS: Yes-
MB: Many hotels I tell you! And they had smoking rooms!! But (dramatic pause) YOU NEVER KNOW THAT THEY ARE!
OMS: Yes, uh-
MB: I DON'T CARE! I DON'T CARE WHAT YOU HAVE TO SAY JUST GET ME A NEW ROOM NOW AND DON'T ARGUE WITH MEEEE!
OMS: (talking over her) I'M SORRY YOUR KID IS SICK BUT-
MB: NO BUTS! GET ME MY ROOM!!!
OMS: -WE ARE NOT MAGICIANS WE CANNOT MAKE ROOMS APPEAR!
MB: DON'T BE SARCASTIC WITH ME!! AND DON'T ARGUE WITH ME THE CUSTOMER IS ALWAYS RIGHT!!!!
On and on it went. The bitch was a friggin broken record. OMS had to call the scary GM, and tell him. This bitch would not be satisfied. What, does she want us to pull a room out of our ass?!
And what's this BS about the customer is always right? Right, lady, when you're the customer right? Dumb bitch.
Finally the MB takes her wailing brats outside, and OMS calls the scary GM, Mr. Drill Sarge. Mr. DS is NOT a people person, like me
. He told OMS to tell MB to throw her and her rotten family out and call the cops if they whine! He didn't want evil people in his hotel and neither do I. And he meant it too. Ah, to be a GM...OMS, instead, comped her night and set it up so our hotel pays for the reservation at Hellton. WTF She bitches, and she gets free nights?! Call the cops on this crazy bitch!
Why oh why won't OMS grow some ballz already?Well at least they are leaving and won't be here tomorrow. That guy that was supposed to come in, never did, so his clean, non smoking room was freed up. I don't think I'll tell them that though. I have to work tomorrow night



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