What a pair of losers tonight.
3 am MR. Drunk and stoned rolls in for a room. I send him packing, why would he want to pay 75 bucks for 8 1/2 hours? Even if it's just to sleep it off, I'm not allowed to rent to him. I let him know most of this.
3:20 am MR. Drunk is back, now with one crutch under his arm like I'll feel sympathy for him, wanting a room again and wanting to pay cash, has a 25 thousand dollar truck, but no Credit cards or even a bank card to pre-approve on. I just knew it, so avoid further confrontation I tell him he must have a credit card. He finally leaves again.
4 am Mr. Customer bangs on the window asking for the breakfast bar. It opens at 5:30 and I have a full hour and a half of audit and setting up to do. He goes into the long speech about how our hotel will be the first one on the whole coast of California not to cater to his early morning habits. I told the guy the truth, I have a job to do, I have to do it, I'll try to open as early as possible, but 4 am is not even close. He's pissed at me and walks off.
You know what? FUCK YOU. Fuck you stupid people who act like the only person who has a job to do is you, you selfish pricks. You may have a job, so do I shithead, let me fucking do it already. It's not like they show any grattitude when you bend over backwards and fuck your whole day up, hell no. Just serve me! I got news bitch, fuck you. Walk the fuck away, then go complain to someone else. I'm doing my job, don't like it? Fuck you. I got no problems telling people to go away, no matter how pissed they get, and I'm never rude.
Don't go away mad, just go away.
Bitch.
Update 4:30 am MR. Customer's buddy shows up to check out and starts asking about the breakfast bar. Shit the donut guy just left and I don't even have the coffee on because some assholes keep bothering me about it. ARGH.

3 am MR. Drunk and stoned rolls in for a room. I send him packing, why would he want to pay 75 bucks for 8 1/2 hours? Even if it's just to sleep it off, I'm not allowed to rent to him. I let him know most of this.
3:20 am MR. Drunk is back, now with one crutch under his arm like I'll feel sympathy for him, wanting a room again and wanting to pay cash, has a 25 thousand dollar truck, but no Credit cards or even a bank card to pre-approve on. I just knew it, so avoid further confrontation I tell him he must have a credit card. He finally leaves again.
4 am Mr. Customer bangs on the window asking for the breakfast bar. It opens at 5:30 and I have a full hour and a half of audit and setting up to do. He goes into the long speech about how our hotel will be the first one on the whole coast of California not to cater to his early morning habits. I told the guy the truth, I have a job to do, I have to do it, I'll try to open as early as possible, but 4 am is not even close. He's pissed at me and walks off.
You know what? FUCK YOU. Fuck you stupid people who act like the only person who has a job to do is you, you selfish pricks. You may have a job, so do I shithead, let me fucking do it already. It's not like they show any grattitude when you bend over backwards and fuck your whole day up, hell no. Just serve me! I got news bitch, fuck you. Walk the fuck away, then go complain to someone else. I'm doing my job, don't like it? Fuck you. I got no problems telling people to go away, no matter how pissed they get, and I'm never rude.
Don't go away mad, just go away.
Bitch.
Update 4:30 am MR. Customer's buddy shows up to check out and starts asking about the breakfast bar. Shit the donut guy just left and I don't even have the coffee on because some assholes keep bothering me about it. ARGH.
