1. MY DRYER!!
Me: Hello what can I do for you?
PB (Psycho b****): *mockingly* Well I'm not having a good time here!
Me: Oh? why not--
PB: Yeah! I'm late for my flight and *dramatically* my hairdryer doesn't work!
(dun dun dun)
Me: Oh I see...uh...well I can get you a new one if you'll just give--
PB: Don't you have some down here???
Me: No I don't think so. I'll just run upstairs and grab one from another room.
PB: Well hurry up! I'm late!
As I'm leaving, I see my manager OMS.
Me: Hey I'm going to go and get a hairdryer for this 'lady' who's hair dryer doesn't work. She's up front.
OMS: Ok, I'll take care of things down here (has no idea who's waiting there)
I run up the next floor and let myself into an unused room. I make sure the dryer in there works, and attempt to wrench it from the wall. It doesn't budge. Huh, I thought the dryer could be taken from the wall. I've seen it. I use the room phone to call to the front desk.
OMS: Hello front desk.
Me: Hey it's me. The dryers can be taken from the room they're in, right?
OMS: Of course.
Me: How?
OMS: Pull up on them.
Me: Ok
PB: *in background* F*** this hotel! F*** you all! I'm NEVER coming here again!
I hang up and pull up on the dryer but it STILL doesn't budge. I head back down, the PB jumps in my face.
PB: Hey where is it?! My DRYER! Rabble rabble !
Me: *to OMS* Give me another key to an unused room, that one is not moving.
OMS: Ok
PB: Rabble rabble! RABBBLE!!! How dare you ignore me!!!
OMS: Here
Just then the Janitor hears PB's screaming and comes up with her mop. The Janitor is a 6' tall woman and her mop is bigger than she is. PB turns around and sees her and quiets down a little.
J: Hey what's going on?
Me: *explain situation*
J: Oh I know where one is.
J and OMS go to the laundry room and find a brand spanking new dryer, still iin its wrapping. They give it to me. I unwrap it and give it the PB, who snatches it and storms to the lobby bathrooms to use it. After done, she throws it at me and storms out the door. We'll be receiving a nasty note from corporate from her I bet, especially if she's a super duper VIP. F*** 'em.
Much ado about nothing, I think. If my dryer didn't work and I had a flight to catch, I'd be pissed, yeah but I'd freakin go catch my flight! Whatever. I hope she doesn't darken our doorstep ever again either way.
2. Yeah, thanks for blaming me for my CW's mistake!
'Lady': Tell me, is a wake up call for me been put in?
Me: What is your room number?
L: (gives number)
I look at our list of wakeups and see a room number written for another at that time, it's the same floor but not the same room.
Me: Er...it looks like my CW, the one who took your call, wrote down the wrong room number.
L: Well!
Me: Sorry about that.
L: *snidely* Yeah! I'm SORRY TOO! *huffs away*
Geez, use your cell phone or alarm clock like everyone else does, you bimbo. ANd I'm not really sorry. I hope you missed all your appointments! Muahahaha!
And the next one isn't really an SC ....maybe....I think....
I'm at the computer when I hear a dull thump. I see a couple, trying to get in so I open the door. A middle aged man is holding his nose like it hurts, and his wife, I assume comes in. She's holding a keycard, so they're either guests or past guests.
Wife: Do you have hospitals in here?
Me: In the hotel, no. In the city, yes we have one.
Wife: How can we get there?
I glance at the man and wonder if he'd hit his head on our door, I couldn't see any blood but he looked in pain.
Me: Uh well I could call 911 for an ambulance. Would you like that?
Man: No, don't! Just tell us where it is.
Me: I'll look it up.
I look up the nearest hospital and call them a taxi, at their request. Next day, I see the man walking around with a heavy bandage on his nose. Maybe he'd broken it on our door! Shouts of a lawsuit aggravate me so I say nothing to him, just report it to the manager.
Next day after that I see the same man, except with his bandage taken off. There's a nasty open gash on his nose, it wasn't bloody, but the skin was flapping. Ew. He doesn't seem to be in a bad mood, but asks my name. I have to wonder, is he going to blame me in his letter to corporate? Or is he going to praise me for getting him taxi so he could go to the hospital? Hmmmm.
If he does, then he's an Sc cuz it wasn't my fault he broke his nose on the door!
Me: Hello what can I do for you?
PB (Psycho b****): *mockingly* Well I'm not having a good time here!
Me: Oh? why not--
PB: Yeah! I'm late for my flight and *dramatically* my hairdryer doesn't work!
(dun dun dun)
Me: Oh I see...uh...well I can get you a new one if you'll just give--
PB: Don't you have some down here???
Me: No I don't think so. I'll just run upstairs and grab one from another room.
PB: Well hurry up! I'm late!
As I'm leaving, I see my manager OMS.
Me: Hey I'm going to go and get a hairdryer for this 'lady' who's hair dryer doesn't work. She's up front.
OMS: Ok, I'll take care of things down here (has no idea who's waiting there)
I run up the next floor and let myself into an unused room. I make sure the dryer in there works, and attempt to wrench it from the wall. It doesn't budge. Huh, I thought the dryer could be taken from the wall. I've seen it. I use the room phone to call to the front desk.
OMS: Hello front desk.
Me: Hey it's me. The dryers can be taken from the room they're in, right?
OMS: Of course.
Me: How?
OMS: Pull up on them.
Me: Ok
PB: *in background* F*** this hotel! F*** you all! I'm NEVER coming here again!
I hang up and pull up on the dryer but it STILL doesn't budge. I head back down, the PB jumps in my face.
PB: Hey where is it?! My DRYER! Rabble rabble !
Me: *to OMS* Give me another key to an unused room, that one is not moving.
OMS: Ok
PB: Rabble rabble! RABBBLE!!! How dare you ignore me!!!
OMS: Here
Just then the Janitor hears PB's screaming and comes up with her mop. The Janitor is a 6' tall woman and her mop is bigger than she is. PB turns around and sees her and quiets down a little.
J: Hey what's going on?
Me: *explain situation*
J: Oh I know where one is.
J and OMS go to the laundry room and find a brand spanking new dryer, still iin its wrapping. They give it to me. I unwrap it and give it the PB, who snatches it and storms to the lobby bathrooms to use it. After done, she throws it at me and storms out the door. We'll be receiving a nasty note from corporate from her I bet, especially if she's a super duper VIP. F*** 'em.
Much ado about nothing, I think. If my dryer didn't work and I had a flight to catch, I'd be pissed, yeah but I'd freakin go catch my flight! Whatever. I hope she doesn't darken our doorstep ever again either way.
2. Yeah, thanks for blaming me for my CW's mistake!
'Lady': Tell me, is a wake up call for me been put in?
Me: What is your room number?
L: (gives number)
I look at our list of wakeups and see a room number written for another at that time, it's the same floor but not the same room.
Me: Er...it looks like my CW, the one who took your call, wrote down the wrong room number.
L: Well!
Me: Sorry about that.
L: *snidely* Yeah! I'm SORRY TOO! *huffs away*
Geez, use your cell phone or alarm clock like everyone else does, you bimbo. ANd I'm not really sorry. I hope you missed all your appointments! Muahahaha!
And the next one isn't really an SC ....maybe....I think....
I'm at the computer when I hear a dull thump. I see a couple, trying to get in so I open the door. A middle aged man is holding his nose like it hurts, and his wife, I assume comes in. She's holding a keycard, so they're either guests or past guests.
Wife: Do you have hospitals in here?
Me: In the hotel, no. In the city, yes we have one.
Wife: How can we get there?
I glance at the man and wonder if he'd hit his head on our door, I couldn't see any blood but he looked in pain.
Me: Uh well I could call 911 for an ambulance. Would you like that?
Man: No, don't! Just tell us where it is.
Me: I'll look it up.
I look up the nearest hospital and call them a taxi, at their request. Next day, I see the man walking around with a heavy bandage on his nose. Maybe he'd broken it on our door! Shouts of a lawsuit aggravate me so I say nothing to him, just report it to the manager.
Next day after that I see the same man, except with his bandage taken off. There's a nasty open gash on his nose, it wasn't bloody, but the skin was flapping. Ew. He doesn't seem to be in a bad mood, but asks my name. I have to wonder, is he going to blame me in his letter to corporate? Or is he going to praise me for getting him taxi so he could go to the hospital? Hmmmm.

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