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Tonight in the hotel we were sold out. The lady in the complimentary upgraded GM suit didn't want to move out of her room, even though she hated it, because she claimed it was "too much of an incontinence." However, after reminding her that not 3 mins ago she told me how much of an incontinence it was for her to be in her current room, she finally agreed to move. She was one of those guests that are bitterly upset with their life in general so no matter what, they can't be pleased.
Mr. Powers stopped by the front desk for awhile tonight. Gen and I chatted with him for awhile! He’s such a cool guy. He’s one of our regulars who come into the hotel about once a week. He doesn’t really live anywhere... he travels so much that he has no "home." Work pays for everything, too. He just recently bought a house in Arizona that he now leases out to some tenants. I jokingly told him he should buy a house here and rent it out to me! He’d be a pretty chill land lord.
We also had these 4 gentlemen from England check in tonight. These guys had money, let me tell you! My first clue was the big ass jewel incrusted wrist band that the "head" guy was wearing. One of those types who wears his stylish $9billion sunglasses no matter the occasion, be it night/day inside/outside. He also busted out his big ass Luis vuitton brief case. You would think having this much money AND being from England that they would be pompous asses, like the majority of our guests, but they were all really chill cats!
We have a fraud at the hotel, too. Some guy is buying shit from our gift shop and singing different peoples name/room number. I spent in hour tonight back in Accounting finding out paid out slips and making photo copies of this guys different hand writing and signatures. Tido broke our copier, so I had to use Sales', and, some how, he broke that one too!
Mr. Ayers key (the hot guy on the 15th floor) demagnetized its self again, and he came by the front desk to have it re-keyed. I doubled checked this time, just to make sure it really was not working, and he wasn’t just stopping by down stairs to flirt with me. I don’t know. I can’t tell, and don’t know what to think. Brent suggested locking him out of his room tomorrow night, and when he stops by the front desk again, to give him a new key with my phone number on is. Something about mixing work and pleasure seem very unethical
Nothing really interesting happened tonight at the hotel. Guy Peters, our new hotel mascot got bored while we were working tonight, so I let him play on the computer. He created a myspace! Id let you check it out, but it tells what hotel I work at and, Id rather keep that to myself, seeing how I may let slip some privileged information in here.
By the by, I've decided to convert this here journal into a log of hotel happenings. A lot of note worthy things happen at that place.
Mr. Powers stopped by the front desk for awhile tonight. Gen and I chatted with him for awhile! He’s such a cool guy. He’s one of our regulars who come into the hotel about once a week. He doesn’t really live anywhere... he travels so much that he has no "home." Work pays for everything, too. He just recently bought a house in Arizona that he now leases out to some tenants. I jokingly told him he should buy a house here and rent it out to me! He’d be a pretty chill land lord.
We also had these 4 gentlemen from England check in tonight. These guys had money, let me tell you! My first clue was the big ass jewel incrusted wrist band that the "head" guy was wearing. One of those types who wears his stylish $9billion sunglasses no matter the occasion, be it night/day inside/outside. He also busted out his big ass Luis vuitton brief case. You would think having this much money AND being from England that they would be pompous asses, like the majority of our guests, but they were all really chill cats!
We have a fraud at the hotel, too. Some guy is buying shit from our gift shop and singing different peoples name/room number. I spent in hour tonight back in Accounting finding out paid out slips and making photo copies of this guys different hand writing and signatures. Tido broke our copier, so I had to use Sales', and, some how, he broke that one too!
Mr. Ayers key (the hot guy on the 15th floor) demagnetized its self again, and he came by the front desk to have it re-keyed. I doubled checked this time, just to make sure it really was not working, and he wasn’t just stopping by down stairs to flirt with me. I don’t know. I can’t tell, and don’t know what to think. Brent suggested locking him out of his room tomorrow night, and when he stops by the front desk again, to give him a new key with my phone number on is. Something about mixing work and pleasure seem very unethical
Nothing really interesting happened tonight at the hotel. Guy Peters, our new hotel mascot got bored while we were working tonight, so I let him play on the computer. He created a myspace! Id let you check it out, but it tells what hotel I work at and, Id rather keep that to myself, seeing how I may let slip some privileged information in here.
By the by, I've decided to convert this here journal into a log of hotel happenings. A lot of note worthy things happen at that place.