We've all been there. You're just trying to do your job, and something upsets a customer/guest. Instead of acting rationally (perish the thought!), the customer/guest decides the only course of action is to threaten you with the loss of your job.
Inevitably, nothing comes of it, except another few hours of annoyance. Is this some sort of fall-back I don't know about? You REALLY want to make me lose my job over something so trivial, especially in this economy? I just don't get it.
So, my most recent in a long line of people threatening to make me lose my job happened a few weeks ago. It was about 1am, and some band members were just coming back from the opening of a new casino/resort out here. They're pretty cool guys, never cause any problems. They said they were going up to their rooms to change and they'd be back down to go have some drinks at the bar across from us. Hey, no worries. They're well-behaved.
No sooner do they get upstairs than do I get a call from room 439. Uh oh.
Me = durr
EB = Entitlement Bitch
*phone rings*
Me: "Good evening, front desk."
EB: "Yes, hi, umm, I need to make a complaint about room 437..."
Me: *FRAK!* "Sure, what seems to be the problem?"
EB: "It's one in the morning and I'm trying to sleep, and the people in the next room are talking."
Me: "Talking? They're not yelling or anything, ma'am?"
EB: "Oh no, they're just talking. I want you to tell them to stop it."
Me: "...you want me to tell them to stop talking."
EB: "Yes. I have a meeting in the morning and I need my sleep and you need to do something about this!"
Me: "Ma'am, the gentlemen who just came in that room are simply changing so that they can head out for the night. They haven't caused any problems in the nights they've been here, and I'm sure they understand that people around them are sleeping. They're not yelling, or fighting, or playing loud music, correct?"
EB: "Yes, but-"
Me: "Well then I don't see a problem, ma'am..."
EB: "Well I need my sleep and I can't sleep with them talking!"
Me: "Ma'am, the walls in our hotel are, unfortunately, pretty thin. Sound does travel through them fairly easily, I'm afraid. Now they should be out of there shortly, but-"
*cutting me off*
EB: "NO. I want them to stop it RIGHT NOW. I am a DIAMOND MEMBER (oooh, big freakin' deal, so is everyone else), and I want you to move them to another room!"
Me: "...ma'am, I can't move them to another room."
EB: "Well why the hell not?! I need my sleep and I have a meeting and-"
::I stopped listening while she ranted::
Me: "I understand, and like I was saying, I'd be happy to comp your room if it continues, or reward your stay with double the points you'd usually receive. However, I can't move the people next door because you want me to. Our policy is to move someone from their own room if they want to be moved. I can not move someone else because they're holding a conversation at a reasonable volume."
EB: "I DEMAND you make them stop! Do you hear me?! I am a DIAMOND MEMBER!"
Me: "Yes, I heard you mention that before. And like I said, I'm sorry if it's keeping you awake (which it shouldn't, crazy bitch), but I can't very well tell them to stop talking entirely."
EB: "Well then I'm just going to have to call the Diamond Desk, and I'll see your ass gets fired!!!"
*hangs up on me*
Me: "...wow..."
Sure enough, two minutes later, the Diamond Desk (which I didn't even know existed) calls up and asks me what happened to Entitlement Bitch. I explained how I offered to comp the room, etc., and the woman told me that this wasn't the first time this has happened, and EB had threatened to get other employees fired as well. So I didn't worry about it.
I did, however, inform the band guys in the room next to her that they had a crazy lady in the next room
If I had a dollar for every time someone said they'd get me fired, I swear...
Inevitably, nothing comes of it, except another few hours of annoyance. Is this some sort of fall-back I don't know about? You REALLY want to make me lose my job over something so trivial, especially in this economy? I just don't get it.
So, my most recent in a long line of people threatening to make me lose my job happened a few weeks ago. It was about 1am, and some band members were just coming back from the opening of a new casino/resort out here. They're pretty cool guys, never cause any problems. They said they were going up to their rooms to change and they'd be back down to go have some drinks at the bar across from us. Hey, no worries. They're well-behaved.
No sooner do they get upstairs than do I get a call from room 439. Uh oh.
Me = durr
EB = Entitlement Bitch
*phone rings*
Me: "Good evening, front desk."
EB: "Yes, hi, umm, I need to make a complaint about room 437..."
Me: *FRAK!* "Sure, what seems to be the problem?"
EB: "It's one in the morning and I'm trying to sleep, and the people in the next room are talking."
Me: "Talking? They're not yelling or anything, ma'am?"
EB: "Oh no, they're just talking. I want you to tell them to stop it."
Me: "...you want me to tell them to stop talking."
EB: "Yes. I have a meeting in the morning and I need my sleep and you need to do something about this!"
Me: "Ma'am, the gentlemen who just came in that room are simply changing so that they can head out for the night. They haven't caused any problems in the nights they've been here, and I'm sure they understand that people around them are sleeping. They're not yelling, or fighting, or playing loud music, correct?"
EB: "Yes, but-"
Me: "Well then I don't see a problem, ma'am..."
EB: "Well I need my sleep and I can't sleep with them talking!"
Me: "Ma'am, the walls in our hotel are, unfortunately, pretty thin. Sound does travel through them fairly easily, I'm afraid. Now they should be out of there shortly, but-"
*cutting me off*
EB: "NO. I want them to stop it RIGHT NOW. I am a DIAMOND MEMBER (oooh, big freakin' deal, so is everyone else), and I want you to move them to another room!"
Me: "...ma'am, I can't move them to another room."
EB: "Well why the hell not?! I need my sleep and I have a meeting and-"
::I stopped listening while she ranted::
Me: "I understand, and like I was saying, I'd be happy to comp your room if it continues, or reward your stay with double the points you'd usually receive. However, I can't move the people next door because you want me to. Our policy is to move someone from their own room if they want to be moved. I can not move someone else because they're holding a conversation at a reasonable volume."
EB: "I DEMAND you make them stop! Do you hear me?! I am a DIAMOND MEMBER!"
Me: "Yes, I heard you mention that before. And like I said, I'm sorry if it's keeping you awake (which it shouldn't, crazy bitch), but I can't very well tell them to stop talking entirely."
EB: "Well then I'm just going to have to call the Diamond Desk, and I'll see your ass gets fired!!!"
*hangs up on me*
Me: "...wow..."
Sure enough, two minutes later, the Diamond Desk (which I didn't even know existed) calls up and asks me what happened to Entitlement Bitch. I explained how I offered to comp the room, etc., and the woman told me that this wasn't the first time this has happened, and EB had threatened to get other employees fired as well. So I didn't worry about it.
I did, however, inform the band guys in the room next to her that they had a crazy lady in the next room

If I had a dollar for every time someone said they'd get me fired, I swear...
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