do they have the brains of an amoeba???
I know I'm probably gonna get a bunch of young guys saying, "Not all us guys are like that!" but right now I'm sooooo angry I don't really care. I hate working Friday & Saturday night shifts, but I had to for the $. =P However I'm seriously rethinking quelle plan.
What it is about a hotel that makes these guys think it's a bar or a club? Is it the beds? Is it the girls? Is it the pool? I don't get it. Anyway on to last night.
So a huge bus burps up this huge party into our hotel, and it looks like a wedding party by the tuxedos and fancy dresses. They're screaming and yelling like first graders on the bus, and soon after I get a noise complaint. Oh, shoot me.
So I go up and I see this GUY coming out of a room, all suited up. I say verrrrrry politely, to keep it the fuck down. He says, looking at the floor, ok.
Still, I get MORE complaints. Now I'm mad. I go up again, and there's even MORE people in his room, blasting the radio, dancing, talking, I'm talking like 30 people crammed in there. I was like, WTF. I threaten him with the police. The girls immediately shut up. The GUYS try to bring me into the room with them. WTF! Stupid nimrods! Get a vasectomy to stop to stupid from being passed down--please!!! They say ok, whatever; I go back to the desk.
Now they're calling from their cell phones, so I can't tracke their room numbers, and pranking me. Seriously?
So I take a quick look a few minutes later, and all is silent. I have the sneaking suspicious Douchebags took their party to ANOTHER room, and bingo. Another call on another floor, and what do I see? The same men, no women, about six, standing around the hallways talking loudly. I call the police, tell them that people are trying to sleep, they apologize and slither back into a room nearby. Sorries won't cut it pal!
Long story short, they spent the night in the slammer for public drunkeness & disturbness (most of them weren't even staying here), and we had to comp all the rooms that complained. The manager wasn't happy. Guys! Urghhh!
I know I'm probably gonna get a bunch of young guys saying, "Not all us guys are like that!" but right now I'm sooooo angry I don't really care. I hate working Friday & Saturday night shifts, but I had to for the $. =P However I'm seriously rethinking quelle plan.
What it is about a hotel that makes these guys think it's a bar or a club? Is it the beds? Is it the girls? Is it the pool? I don't get it. Anyway on to last night.
So a huge bus burps up this huge party into our hotel, and it looks like a wedding party by the tuxedos and fancy dresses. They're screaming and yelling like first graders on the bus, and soon after I get a noise complaint. Oh, shoot me.
So I go up and I see this GUY coming out of a room, all suited up. I say verrrrrry politely, to keep it the fuck down. He says, looking at the floor, ok.
Still, I get MORE complaints. Now I'm mad. I go up again, and there's even MORE people in his room, blasting the radio, dancing, talking, I'm talking like 30 people crammed in there. I was like, WTF. I threaten him with the police. The girls immediately shut up. The GUYS try to bring me into the room with them. WTF! Stupid nimrods! Get a vasectomy to stop to stupid from being passed down--please!!! They say ok, whatever; I go back to the desk.
Now they're calling from their cell phones, so I can't tracke their room numbers, and pranking me. Seriously?
So I take a quick look a few minutes later, and all is silent. I have the sneaking suspicious Douchebags took their party to ANOTHER room, and bingo. Another call on another floor, and what do I see? The same men, no women, about six, standing around the hallways talking loudly. I call the police, tell them that people are trying to sleep, they apologize and slither back into a room nearby. Sorries won't cut it pal!
Long story short, they spent the night in the slammer for public drunkeness & disturbness (most of them weren't even staying here), and we had to comp all the rooms that complained. The manager wasn't happy. Guys! Urghhh!

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