Background. I am the Night Auditor of a fairly popular hotel, in a tourist area, that also has a VERY popular bar/night spot. (Especially on weekends during the summer)
You don't got NAW-THING?
SC "She had too much to drink. Do you have any rooms?"
Me "No, I'm sorry, we're sold out."
SC "You don't have nothing?"
No... I DO have nothing. That's the problem!
Me "No, I'm sorry, we're sold out for tonight..."
SC "Nothing?"
Me "Yup." I do believe that is what sold out means, right?
SC "Nawthing?!"
Me ...
SC ... (With a healthy dose of cat butt face)
Me ...
SC ...
Uh oh, someone came to a battle of minds. Shame he came unarmed...
Me "Anything else I can do for you?"
SC "You don't have ANYTHING?"
I suppose you could sleep on the ground in the parking lot maybe... put your head in traffic k?
Me "sold. out."
SC (walks away with his drunk gf grumbling about how ridiculous it is...)
Where is my room!
Sober Guest: "Is this the way to my room?"
Huh? Who the hell are you, how would I know?
Me: "It could be... which room is it."
SG: "Is this the way to my room?"
Uh, yes? I am at the front desk...
Me: "You can get to your room from here... Which room is it?"
SG: "[Room number we don't have]... I was just here."
Oh good. You're 4 levels above the roof. I heard there is a great view from up there.
Me: "Uhh we don't have that room number in the hotel... Can I have your last name?"
SG: "I WAS JUST HERE!"
You and 300 other guests. Congratulations but the amount of time between your arrival at the front desk does not correlate in ANY way with which room you're staying in.
Me: "..."
SG: (grudgingly) "[Name]"
Me: "Oh, you're in [ROOM]... yeah, you just go down that hall there all the way to the end."
SG: (Grumbling, Storms off)
Thank YOU for playing. I understand being lost sucks, but there is no reason to be a sh*t to me because you can't rememeber your own room number.
The NOISE, THE NOISE!!
Background: Did I mention a busy/popular bar/night spot? Yeah, we have live music every weekend. Itsgood great freaking amazing for our business on the weekends... its TERRIBLE for the folks staying in the hotel. It also means that I get yelled at, EVERY. DAMN. FRIDAY and SATURDAY. In addition to them being the busiest nights of the week, I also spend a good chunk of my night fielding issues with noise.
Honestly? I blame the people higher in the food chain here. I don't really fault the guests for being unable to sleep, or for being upset at the noise. Really. I don't. I sympathize, and I will do just about everything I can to help them. For some, just doesn't matter. I am either unhelpful or a jerk.
This one STARTED reasonably enough. SC called to complain, I explained the situation, apologized profusely, and we moved on with the night.
Then she called back 45 minutes later, and threatened to call the cops. She was planning to call the police on the hotel, because the hotel bar was too noisy. I told her that I couldn't stop her from calling, but that I suspected that the police wouldn't do anything about it. She demanded to speak to the bar, I transferred her, hoping things would be settled.
Lo, and behold, the bar lowers the volume on the music somewhat. Now she thinks she has ULTIMATE POWER!! So... about an hour later (15 minutes before the band closes down for the night) the volume goes back up as they do their final song or two of the night.
SC (over the phone) "Hi, I called down there a little while ago."
Oh God, here we go again.
Me "You did. I remember."
SC "The band is still playing."
Me" They are, I am sorry again for the noise. Like I told you before they will be finished at 1am. So please just give it a few more minutes."
SC "You are disturbing the peace. I am gonna call the police."
Me "You're welcome to Ma'am, but by the time they get out here the band will be done playing, and the hotel will be quiet..."
SC "Because this is a hotel, I consider this a residental area."
Thanks for the update Judge Judy.
SC "There is no reason for any music to play in your bad past Midnight. You know that because this is a residental area that if I call the police you could lose your franchise."
My brain screeched to a halt here. What? We're independently owned not a franchise for one... but this ISN'T a residential area just because you decided it is...
Me "... Uh... what?"
SC (said in a voice indicating that I am the dumbest piece of feces on the planet) "The police will take away your FRANCHISE!! Then you won't be able to sell liquor anymore!!! Then what will your bar do?!"
Oh... so franchise = liquor license. Which makes me wonder why the franchised burger place down the street doesn't sell beer.
Me "... I don't... think it works like that... "
SC "Look, I called before and told them that if they didn't turn down the music in five minutes I was going to call the police. Now, I DEMAND that you do something about it."
Me "Ma'am as I explained before, I am just the Night Auditor, not a manager, I can't do anything about it. I'd like to encourage you to contact my manag-"
SC "You could go unplug the speakers."
Wait... what?
Me "... Uh... No. No, I couldn't."
SC "Why not? This music is too loud, this is blah blah blah"
Me "Uh. Because they'd fire me."
SC "Well I am going to tell your manager that you aren't being very helpful."
Me "I'm sorry you feel that way, but like I've said before, there is really nothing more than I've already done that I can do to help you. Again, I'd like to apologize, and encourage you to contact my man-"
*CLICK*
No how do you really feel about me?
Background: We have sports tournaments near us occassionally. Some weekends the whole hotel is packed to capacity with poorly behavedchildren athletes idiot drunk parents. Its also worth pointing out that we don't have a continental breakfast. We have a full service restaurant on site. MOST of these soccer teams don't get the breakfast vouchers, so no breakfast for them unless they pay. Its a part of their contract, and something reiterated to them when they check in, because invariably there are EW problems. Most are cool with the idea since it saves them a cool $5 on the room. Some, just don't get it. The following takes place at 12:30am.
Me (Picking up Phone) "Front Desk, this is Skarredmind"
EW "I just wanted to know what time breakfast is tomorrow."
Me "Sure, the restaurant opens at 6:30 am and breakfast runs until 10am"
EW "My kids have a 8:30am game tomorrow. I was calling to find out if you can put out breakfast early for them."
Me "No, I am sorry, breakfast is handled by the restaurant, they have a chef who comes in to cook it, and servers who-"
EW "What the hell? You're beating around the bush man! I just want to know whether you can put out breakfast early tomorrow or not!"
Oh Hi angry guy! Where did the other person I was talking to go.
Me "OH... well then, no. No, I can't"
EW "YOU'RE A JACKASS!" *CLICK*
Now, I have to say, that when this happened I literally burst out laughing. I am glad no one was around, because I suspect someone having heard my part of the thing might have had the wrong idea. But really? I'm a jackass because I won't break the lock into the kitchen's walk in and cook breakfast for daddy and his widdle soccah pwayers?
"Here you go kids... some raw egg concentrate, a handful of pickles, and... uhh... mayonnaise. All the mayo you can eat! Chow down!"
Thanks for sticking with me!! Hope it was worth the read LOL.
You don't got NAW-THING?
SC "She had too much to drink. Do you have any rooms?"
Me "No, I'm sorry, we're sold out."
SC "You don't have nothing?"
No... I DO have nothing. That's the problem!
Me "No, I'm sorry, we're sold out for tonight..."
SC "Nothing?"
Me "Yup." I do believe that is what sold out means, right?
SC "Nawthing?!"
Me ...
SC ... (With a healthy dose of cat butt face)
Me ...
SC ...
Uh oh, someone came to a battle of minds. Shame he came unarmed...
Me "Anything else I can do for you?"
SC "You don't have ANYTHING?"
I suppose you could sleep on the ground in the parking lot maybe... put your head in traffic k?
Me "sold. out."
SC (walks away with his drunk gf grumbling about how ridiculous it is...)
Where is my room!
Sober Guest: "Is this the way to my room?"
Huh? Who the hell are you, how would I know?
Me: "It could be... which room is it."
SG: "Is this the way to my room?"
Uh, yes? I am at the front desk...
Me: "You can get to your room from here... Which room is it?"
SG: "[Room number we don't have]... I was just here."
Oh good. You're 4 levels above the roof. I heard there is a great view from up there.
Me: "Uhh we don't have that room number in the hotel... Can I have your last name?"
SG: "I WAS JUST HERE!"
You and 300 other guests. Congratulations but the amount of time between your arrival at the front desk does not correlate in ANY way with which room you're staying in.
Me: "..."
SG: (grudgingly) "[Name]"
Me: "Oh, you're in [ROOM]... yeah, you just go down that hall there all the way to the end."
SG: (Grumbling, Storms off)
Thank YOU for playing. I understand being lost sucks, but there is no reason to be a sh*t to me because you can't rememeber your own room number.
The NOISE, THE NOISE!!
Background: Did I mention a busy/popular bar/night spot? Yeah, we have live music every weekend. Its
Honestly? I blame the people higher in the food chain here. I don't really fault the guests for being unable to sleep, or for being upset at the noise. Really. I don't. I sympathize, and I will do just about everything I can to help them. For some, just doesn't matter. I am either unhelpful or a jerk.
This one STARTED reasonably enough. SC called to complain, I explained the situation, apologized profusely, and we moved on with the night.
Then she called back 45 minutes later, and threatened to call the cops. She was planning to call the police on the hotel, because the hotel bar was too noisy. I told her that I couldn't stop her from calling, but that I suspected that the police wouldn't do anything about it. She demanded to speak to the bar, I transferred her, hoping things would be settled.
Lo, and behold, the bar lowers the volume on the music somewhat. Now she thinks she has ULTIMATE POWER!! So... about an hour later (15 minutes before the band closes down for the night) the volume goes back up as they do their final song or two of the night.
SC (over the phone) "Hi, I called down there a little while ago."
Oh God, here we go again.
Me "You did. I remember."
SC "The band is still playing."
Me" They are, I am sorry again for the noise. Like I told you before they will be finished at 1am. So please just give it a few more minutes."
SC "You are disturbing the peace. I am gonna call the police."
Me "You're welcome to Ma'am, but by the time they get out here the band will be done playing, and the hotel will be quiet..."
SC "Because this is a hotel, I consider this a residental area."
Thanks for the update Judge Judy.
SC "There is no reason for any music to play in your bad past Midnight. You know that because this is a residental area that if I call the police you could lose your franchise."
My brain screeched to a halt here. What? We're independently owned not a franchise for one... but this ISN'T a residential area just because you decided it is...
Me "... Uh... what?"
SC (said in a voice indicating that I am the dumbest piece of feces on the planet) "The police will take away your FRANCHISE!! Then you won't be able to sell liquor anymore!!! Then what will your bar do?!"
Oh... so franchise = liquor license. Which makes me wonder why the franchised burger place down the street doesn't sell beer.
Me "... I don't... think it works like that... "

SC "Look, I called before and told them that if they didn't turn down the music in five minutes I was going to call the police. Now, I DEMAND that you do something about it."
Me "Ma'am as I explained before, I am just the Night Auditor, not a manager, I can't do anything about it. I'd like to encourage you to contact my manag-"
SC "You could go unplug the speakers."
Wait... what?
Me "... Uh... No. No, I couldn't."
SC "Why not? This music is too loud, this is blah blah blah"
Me "Uh. Because they'd fire me."
SC "Well I am going to tell your manager that you aren't being very helpful."
Me "I'm sorry you feel that way, but like I've said before, there is really nothing more than I've already done that I can do to help you. Again, I'd like to apologize, and encourage you to contact my man-"
*CLICK*
No how do you really feel about me?
Background: We have sports tournaments near us occassionally. Some weekends the whole hotel is packed to capacity with poorly behaved
Me (Picking up Phone) "Front Desk, this is Skarredmind"
EW "I just wanted to know what time breakfast is tomorrow."
Me "Sure, the restaurant opens at 6:30 am and breakfast runs until 10am"
EW "My kids have a 8:30am game tomorrow. I was calling to find out if you can put out breakfast early for them."
Me "No, I am sorry, breakfast is handled by the restaurant, they have a chef who comes in to cook it, and servers who-"
EW "What the hell? You're beating around the bush man! I just want to know whether you can put out breakfast early tomorrow or not!"
Oh Hi angry guy! Where did the other person I was talking to go.
Me "OH... well then, no. No, I can't"
EW "YOU'RE A JACKASS!" *CLICK*
Now, I have to say, that when this happened I literally burst out laughing. I am glad no one was around, because I suspect someone having heard my part of the thing might have had the wrong idea. But really? I'm a jackass because I won't break the lock into the kitchen's walk in and cook breakfast for daddy and his widdle soccah pwayers?
"Here you go kids... some raw egg concentrate, a handful of pickles, and... uhh... mayonnaise. All the mayo you can eat! Chow down!"
Thanks for sticking with me!! Hope it was worth the read LOL.
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