Well it's been snowy and bitterly cold lately, which means canceled flights and that means slow nights. I like slow nights. If every night were slow I'd like my job more.
I haven't even had a weirdo or a stoner, nary a drunk to deal with. I hope I don't jinx it. by saying that...:\
Well, I did get this rich snob who thought he was all that and a bag of chips. I was in the back, just relaxing, when someone told me someone needed service. SO I go.
I see this woman in raggedy, cheap clothes, bundled up from the cold.
Raggedy woman: Hi
Me: Hi can I help you
RW: Yes I need a room, what is your rate?
Me: Let's check the computer...
I go to the computer, which is in Sleep Mode, so it would take a while to start up again. I look up and nearly am nose to nose with this well dressed, suited old man with a grumpy, early morning expression on.
Me: Hi
Old Man: Hi I need a taxi.
Me: Okay. I'll call you one.
Old Man: And I need an envelope.
Me: Sorry, what?
OM: I NEED AN ENEVELOPE!
I started looking around for one, and finally computer boots up. I look at the rate for the lady.
Me: *to RW* The rate's--
OM: *huffs angrily*
Me: One eighty--
OM: Excuse me! *bangs hands* Hurry up I'm in a hurry! *tapping fingers and toes*
Me: Ok, you see, I was just telling her the rate. I saw her first so--
OM: I was here first! And even if I wasn't, you should serve me first, I'm a guest in the hotel! She's just a--*makes sour face at RW, who backs off slooowly*
His jerkicity just bumped him right to the last in my queue.
Me: *in full ignore mode* Ma'am the rate's 186.
RW: Ok...thank you.
OM: *ranting and raving, throws disgusted looks at RW and me*
RW: *leaves in a hurry*
Me: *looking around for anyone else* Next please?
OM: I'M RECORDING THIS! I WANT YOUR NAME FULL AND LAST AND I WANT A FREE CERTIFICATE THIS IS AN OUTRAGE!
My manager came out after hearing the fuss and brought his envelope. I called his taxi, but made sure to get the most expensive one. Hell, he can afford it.
My (and the hotel's) policy is first come, first served, no matter who you are. Once the governor stayed (I don't follow politics so I didn't know who he was other than he was some famous politician) and I just treated him just like any other person. "Good morning, Check in or check out? ID and form of payment please." He looked at me like I was crazy for a moment, but did as I said. His assistants looked at like I had lost my mind, but I don't care. the manager thought I ought to have bowed and scrape to him, and pushed me out of the way, but I wouldn't have. He puts his pants on one leg at a time like everyone else, and bleeds red like everyone. Rich or poor, you're all the same to ME!
He (snobby old man)and that woman I had the other day who demanded a free room because she worked in the gym next to us should get together...
I haven't even had a weirdo or a stoner, nary a drunk to deal with. I hope I don't jinx it. by saying that...:\
Well, I did get this rich snob who thought he was all that and a bag of chips. I was in the back, just relaxing, when someone told me someone needed service. SO I go.
I see this woman in raggedy, cheap clothes, bundled up from the cold.
Raggedy woman: Hi
Me: Hi can I help you
RW: Yes I need a room, what is your rate?
Me: Let's check the computer...
I go to the computer, which is in Sleep Mode, so it would take a while to start up again. I look up and nearly am nose to nose with this well dressed, suited old man with a grumpy, early morning expression on.
Me: Hi
Old Man: Hi I need a taxi.
Me: Okay. I'll call you one.
Old Man: And I need an envelope.
Me: Sorry, what?
OM: I NEED AN ENEVELOPE!
I started looking around for one, and finally computer boots up. I look at the rate for the lady.
Me: *to RW* The rate's--
OM: *huffs angrily*
Me: One eighty--
OM: Excuse me! *bangs hands* Hurry up I'm in a hurry! *tapping fingers and toes*
Me: Ok, you see, I was just telling her the rate. I saw her first so--
OM: I was here first! And even if I wasn't, you should serve me first, I'm a guest in the hotel! She's just a--*makes sour face at RW, who backs off slooowly*
His jerkicity just bumped him right to the last in my queue.
Me: *in full ignore mode* Ma'am the rate's 186.
RW: Ok...thank you.
OM: *ranting and raving, throws disgusted looks at RW and me*
RW: *leaves in a hurry*
Me: *looking around for anyone else* Next please?
OM: I'M RECORDING THIS! I WANT YOUR NAME FULL AND LAST AND I WANT A FREE CERTIFICATE THIS IS AN OUTRAGE!
My manager came out after hearing the fuss and brought his envelope. I called his taxi, but made sure to get the most expensive one. Hell, he can afford it.
My (and the hotel's) policy is first come, first served, no matter who you are. Once the governor stayed (I don't follow politics so I didn't know who he was other than he was some famous politician) and I just treated him just like any other person. "Good morning, Check in or check out? ID and form of payment please." He looked at me like I was crazy for a moment, but did as I said. His assistants looked at like I had lost my mind, but I don't care. the manager thought I ought to have bowed and scrape to him, and pushed me out of the way, but I wouldn't have. He puts his pants on one leg at a time like everyone else, and bleeds red like everyone. Rich or poor, you're all the same to ME!

He (snobby old man)and that woman I had the other day who demanded a free room because she worked in the gym next to us should get together...
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