So yeah. I was a bit pissed off yesterday when I got to work at The Bar. Went up to rant to Jester about it and everything. Know why I was pissed off?
Cause my phone, my less than six week old phone, was in about thirty pieces!
So it's almost 4:30, when I leave The Spa, so I've gone back to the locker rooms to fill lockers with bathrobes and change out of my uniform into my street clothes. We weren't really all that busy, so my coworker (I'll call her Nataliya) and I figured she'd be fine and didn't have our manager go up there.
So while I'm in the back, Nataliya is going over treatments with a lady that has walked in and is staying at another resort (not uncommon). The lady has two children, one about two and one probably four or five. Well, while they are going over things the older one manages to get behind the counter, unlock my LOCKED cash drawer, pull out my phone from inside, go back to the front of the counter and, just as I come back in, throw my phone as hard as he can against the wall!
My phone, not, of course, built to be used as a projectile missle, shatters and the Mother grabs her sons and runs out of there as quick as she can. We don't have a name, phone number, anything.
But seriously, I know kids will be kids and if my phone had just been on the counter or something that would be one thing. But it was in my LOCKED cash drawer! Grrrrr.
Now I have to replace my phone. I hate some children, really I do.
Cause my phone, my less than six week old phone, was in about thirty pieces!
So it's almost 4:30, when I leave The Spa, so I've gone back to the locker rooms to fill lockers with bathrobes and change out of my uniform into my street clothes. We weren't really all that busy, so my coworker (I'll call her Nataliya) and I figured she'd be fine and didn't have our manager go up there.
So while I'm in the back, Nataliya is going over treatments with a lady that has walked in and is staying at another resort (not uncommon). The lady has two children, one about two and one probably four or five. Well, while they are going over things the older one manages to get behind the counter, unlock my LOCKED cash drawer, pull out my phone from inside, go back to the front of the counter and, just as I come back in, throw my phone as hard as he can against the wall!
My phone, not, of course, built to be used as a projectile missle, shatters and the Mother grabs her sons and runs out of there as quick as she can. We don't have a name, phone number, anything.
But seriously, I know kids will be kids and if my phone had just been on the counter or something that would be one thing. But it was in my LOCKED cash drawer! Grrrrr.
Now I have to replace my phone. I hate some children, really I do.
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