So, as you all know, I no longer work in retail / customer service / the food industry. I work for a law firm. Really hard to get SC's there and the ones I do get are NOTHING compared to y'alls.
So I thought I'd gotten away from them, right? Right?
Apparently I was sorely mistaken.
So I'm in a town in the South that has a HUGE celebration for St. Patricks Day. As in, if you work in anything but a bar / restaraunt downtown and St. Patrick's Day is during the week, your office will most likely be closed (we close for weekday St. Patrick's Days.) People start coming in a few days ahead of time.
Seeing as St. Patrick's Day is on a Saturday this year and the city's Music Festival starts that Wednesday before, the city is expected to be at full capacity by Tuesday, March 13th. This is important to the rest of the story.
My boss comes to me today and tells me they just scheduled a mediation and that an adjuster and one of our clients will be flying in from out of town and I need to find them both a place to stay. Not a problem, we do that sometimes and I know a lot of the hotel staff around here, so they usually will work with me. Our only requirement is that the hotel is downtown. We're not picky. Then I ask him when the mediation is.
The mediation is the afternoon of March 16th. They fly in that morning and I have to find them a hotel room for that night.
I laughed at him. No seriously, I laughed in his face.
Me: ta-da!
BL: Boss Lawyer
Me: You expect me to find two hotel rooms in reasonable distance of our downtown office for the night before St. Patricks Day in [our city]?
BL: Of course.
Me: You do realize that is impossible, right?
BL: Why?
Me: It's St. Patrick's Day. All the decent hotels have been booked solid for weeks, the ones downtown for months.
BL: You know people. Work your magic.
I just stared at his back for a moment, sighed, and started calling.
Of course, as I said, ALL of the downtown hotels said they were booked up. I even called a really good friend of mine who works at one to see if she'd heard of anything and she said everyone's booked. There are actually people on craigslist and she said maybe e-bay selling their downtown hotel room reservations for those nights. I managed to find rooms, but the hotel 15 miles from downtown and I don't know if BL will go for it. So I hold it for now and go run it past him.
He goes balistic, like I thought he would. That is not good enough. There must be something closer. I explain, again, that this is the night before St. Patrick's day. Everyone is in town.
BL: Well don't they have to keep extra rooms for emergencies? This is an emergency!
I laughed and explained why that doesn't make sense. I told him the best I could do was this hotel in a nearby city.
BL: You're going to be out of town -- can't they just stay there?
Me: (staring at him like a tree just grew out of his head) You're kidding, right?
After a few seconds he realized how stupid he was being and apologized. I confirmed that reservation and told the adjuster and client what was going on.
They decided to reschedule the mediation since the city would probably be a mad house that week anyway.
But yeah, that's the story of how I work for an SC. Somebody save me? Please?
So I thought I'd gotten away from them, right? Right?
Apparently I was sorely mistaken.
So I'm in a town in the South that has a HUGE celebration for St. Patricks Day. As in, if you work in anything but a bar / restaraunt downtown and St. Patrick's Day is during the week, your office will most likely be closed (we close for weekday St. Patrick's Days.) People start coming in a few days ahead of time.
Seeing as St. Patrick's Day is on a Saturday this year and the city's Music Festival starts that Wednesday before, the city is expected to be at full capacity by Tuesday, March 13th. This is important to the rest of the story.
My boss comes to me today and tells me they just scheduled a mediation and that an adjuster and one of our clients will be flying in from out of town and I need to find them both a place to stay. Not a problem, we do that sometimes and I know a lot of the hotel staff around here, so they usually will work with me. Our only requirement is that the hotel is downtown. We're not picky. Then I ask him when the mediation is.
The mediation is the afternoon of March 16th. They fly in that morning and I have to find them a hotel room for that night.
I laughed at him. No seriously, I laughed in his face.
Me: ta-da!
BL: Boss Lawyer
Me: You expect me to find two hotel rooms in reasonable distance of our downtown office for the night before St. Patricks Day in [our city]?
BL: Of course.
Me: You do realize that is impossible, right?
BL: Why?
Me: It's St. Patrick's Day. All the decent hotels have been booked solid for weeks, the ones downtown for months.
BL: You know people. Work your magic.
I just stared at his back for a moment, sighed, and started calling.
Of course, as I said, ALL of the downtown hotels said they were booked up. I even called a really good friend of mine who works at one to see if she'd heard of anything and she said everyone's booked. There are actually people on craigslist and she said maybe e-bay selling their downtown hotel room reservations for those nights. I managed to find rooms, but the hotel 15 miles from downtown and I don't know if BL will go for it. So I hold it for now and go run it past him.
He goes balistic, like I thought he would. That is not good enough. There must be something closer. I explain, again, that this is the night before St. Patrick's day. Everyone is in town.
BL: Well don't they have to keep extra rooms for emergencies? This is an emergency!
I laughed and explained why that doesn't make sense. I told him the best I could do was this hotel in a nearby city.
BL: You're going to be out of town -- can't they just stay there?
Me: (staring at him like a tree just grew out of his head) You're kidding, right?
After a few seconds he realized how stupid he was being and apologized. I confirmed that reservation and told the adjuster and client what was going on.
They decided to reschedule the mediation since the city would probably be a mad house that week anyway.
But yeah, that's the story of how I work for an SC. Somebody save me? Please?
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