Need... to.... kill.... rising....
So I get a call about... oh... 45 seconds ago. This woman tells me she's been calling daily trying to find her expensive black pumps in one of the rooms. "Everyone" keeps telling her they would look into the matter, check the lost and found and check with the house keepers. We've done that. No Black Pumps. The last set of black heels we found was well over two months ago and they're still here. Whatever.
So the conversation is very much like this: *deep breath now*
Me: Lovely chipper desk slave
SW: Beast of Burden
[blah blah] is my comments/thoughts to myself.
Me: Good morning! Thank you for calling <Work>, this is EQ, how can I help you?
SW: (begin tirade) I've trying to find my shoes I left there[3/8 is the listed checkout date]! I've been calling everyday since I got home! [Bitch, I've worked every day since you checked out; no word from you.]
Me: Okay, Ma'am, what do they look like and I'll check.
SW: Black! With a strap!
[searching...]
Me: [I think I found them] Flats?
SW: No! They're pumps!
Me: One moment, please.
[searching... no pumps. meanwhile, she's still bitching on the phone]
SW: I wore them to a wedding! They're black with a strap and were in plain sight in the room!
Me: I'm sorry Ma'am, I don't have....
SW: (interupts, which makes me mad) The housekeeper stole them!
Me: Ma'am, my housekeepers are very good about turning in found items, they would not keep your shoes.
SW: You stole them! And I expect to be compensated for them! What are you going to do about it?!
Me:[I stole your pumps?! How, in my sleep?!] Okay, fine, I will look for them myself; give me your number so I can call you whether I find them or not.
SW: This is my HOME [all but screams this] number! xxx.xxx.xxxx, and this is my CELL Number! xxx.xxx.xxxx! My CELL will be on ALL DAY. [neither number matches the number on the folio]
Me: Thank you.
*disconnect and down goes the phone, startling a guest standing in front of me.*
Me:... she said I stole her shoes.
Guest: Well, she's a mean one.
That just really gets to me.
Saying I stole her crappy shoes. Then accusing my hard working staff!? What a witch! Too bad my boss isn't here, I would of had him dealt with her.
So I get a call about... oh... 45 seconds ago. This woman tells me she's been calling daily trying to find her expensive black pumps in one of the rooms. "Everyone" keeps telling her they would look into the matter, check the lost and found and check with the house keepers. We've done that. No Black Pumps. The last set of black heels we found was well over two months ago and they're still here. Whatever.
So the conversation is very much like this: *deep breath now*
Me: Lovely chipper desk slave
SW: Beast of Burden
[blah blah] is my comments/thoughts to myself.
Me: Good morning! Thank you for calling <Work>, this is EQ, how can I help you?
SW: (begin tirade) I've trying to find my shoes I left there[3/8 is the listed checkout date]! I've been calling everyday since I got home! [Bitch, I've worked every day since you checked out; no word from you.]
Me: Okay, Ma'am, what do they look like and I'll check.
SW: Black! With a strap!
[searching...]
Me: [I think I found them] Flats?
SW: No! They're pumps!
Me: One moment, please.
[searching... no pumps. meanwhile, she's still bitching on the phone]
SW: I wore them to a wedding! They're black with a strap and were in plain sight in the room!
Me: I'm sorry Ma'am, I don't have....
SW: (interupts, which makes me mad) The housekeeper stole them!
Me: Ma'am, my housekeepers are very good about turning in found items, they would not keep your shoes.
SW: You stole them! And I expect to be compensated for them! What are you going to do about it?!
Me:[I stole your pumps?! How, in my sleep?!] Okay, fine, I will look for them myself; give me your number so I can call you whether I find them or not.
SW: This is my HOME [all but screams this] number! xxx.xxx.xxxx, and this is my CELL Number! xxx.xxx.xxxx! My CELL will be on ALL DAY. [neither number matches the number on the folio]
Me: Thank you.
*disconnect and down goes the phone, startling a guest standing in front of me.*
Me:... she said I stole her shoes.
Guest: Well, she's a mean one.
That just really gets to me.


Comment