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Okay, here is the first ever story of a sucky/funny thing that happened at work. And, my first story on the board...
I was a very, very shy 16 year-old. I worked at a large, nice hotel. Our manager was super-cheap. He had a new phone system installed, which changed ALL of the extensions for room service, front desk, housekeeping, etc. Each guest room had a paper on the desk with these extensions listed out for the clients.
So, what does the manager do? "Here, Yurimaru. Here is a magic marker and a bottle of white-out. And a master key. Go to all 300 rooms, white out each extension, and use the marker to write in the new one."
thinking (We have a COPIER and we are using magic marker and white-out??? That's going to look crappy... Okay... WTF, I get paid no matter what I'm doing...)
Because of the rules where a person cannot be alone in a guest's room, they send an equally young co-worker with me. My master key will open ANY of the locks, except for the chain-across-the-door. We're instructed to knock, say "housekeeping" and if someone is in the room, we explain what we need to do. If they tell us to go away, we mark them down to come back later... Most of the guests that were in their rooms were super-nice and understanding. Except for one well-known band, who trashed their top-floor room and ground potato chips into the carpet...
We get to floor number 6... Knock-knock... "Housekeeping!" Knock-knock again for good measure. No answer. In we go... And there's a couple splack in the middle of the bed, doing the horizontal bop!!!
We stumble out, slam the door, bump into each other a couple times like 16-year-old Abbott & Costello (and we hear him coming, stomping across the floor) before we tear desperately down the back stairs to hide in the offices.
We must have waited hours to see if anyone called the manager to complain, but no one ever did. Maybe that couple was supposed to be at work, or one of them was with someone he or she wasn't supposed to be with... We'll never know...
I was a very, very shy 16 year-old. I worked at a large, nice hotel. Our manager was super-cheap. He had a new phone system installed, which changed ALL of the extensions for room service, front desk, housekeeping, etc. Each guest room had a paper on the desk with these extensions listed out for the clients.
So, what does the manager do? "Here, Yurimaru. Here is a magic marker and a bottle of white-out. And a master key. Go to all 300 rooms, white out each extension, and use the marker to write in the new one."
thinking (We have a COPIER and we are using magic marker and white-out??? That's going to look crappy... Okay... WTF, I get paid no matter what I'm doing...)Because of the rules where a person cannot be alone in a guest's room, they send an equally young co-worker with me. My master key will open ANY of the locks, except for the chain-across-the-door. We're instructed to knock, say "housekeeping" and if someone is in the room, we explain what we need to do. If they tell us to go away, we mark them down to come back later... Most of the guests that were in their rooms were super-nice and understanding. Except for one well-known band, who trashed their top-floor room and ground potato chips into the carpet...
We get to floor number 6... Knock-knock... "Housekeeping!" Knock-knock again for good measure. No answer. In we go... And there's a couple splack in the middle of the bed, doing the horizontal bop!!!
We stumble out, slam the door, bump into each other a couple times like 16-year-old Abbott & Costello (and we hear him coming, stomping across the floor) before we tear desperately down the back stairs to hide in the offices.
We must have waited hours to see if anyone called the manager to complain, but no one ever did. Maybe that couple was supposed to be at work, or one of them was with someone he or she wasn't supposed to be with... We'll never know...
Oh, how embarrassing!
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