i have no idea...
i know i haven't posted in a long time...
i'm at work. it's been so long since i posted in this thing. it gets longer & longer still....
i've been so busy with my bands (metal & jazz), my work, and myspace (ktnarnia).
but still... i seem to find time to remember myself.
i have been waiting on this calm for so long, and here it is.
i do wonder how long it will last. i will push for 'forever'.
but other people do love to disrupt.
i am starting to hate strangers while i'm at work.
hate.
strong word, huh?
they walk into my hotel throwing fits and panicing over the
smallest thing - allthewhile life is so short.
so short.
a man who thought he had all the charm & charisma in the world
seemed very confused when i never smiled back the way he
wanted me to. i was very polite and assisted his every need
without laughing at his flirtatious jokes. when he discovered
that his room was not where he hoped it would be, he argued
with me for a while, while i patiently explained that we are
completely booked for a fishing tournament and there are
no other rooms for him to stay in. he stormed out the front
door, angry, no longer carrying that sickening, perverted grin.
WHILE I WAS TYPING THIS - he decided to come back in
and tell me that he smelled pot smoke around room 228.
he made a big deal out of it. i had to pretend like i was
about to call someone.
who cares if people are smoking pot? let them do whatever
they want! it's not hurting anybody!! jeez.
what is with this guy?
so... a little bit ago a fast-talking, high-energy man came
in here and asked where there was to eat. i told him, and
gave him directions (which he needed 3 times because
his impatience kept him from listening well-enough). his
first question had been Can I have an extra towel? but
he immediately went into the restaurant question and
wanting directions and freaking out about what time i told
him they close and wanting their number, etc. so i grabbed
the phone book to give him the number and he yelled,
"ma'am, i need that towel!" to which i replied, "i'm sorry,
i thought you wanted their number," with a sweet, innocent
voice. he caught himself and said, "oh that's right, go ahead."
i had to give him the number 3 times, again, because of his
impatience.
allthewhile, there was a sweet little old man waiting to
borrow a plunger.
all i could think about after the whole thing was, "how come
that fast-talking psycho couldn't have let the little old man
finish his order first?"
this is what it's like to be a hotel clerk.
this is my life every day... every week day for the last year
and a half.
this is where i've been and what it's all been like.
when i'm not at work, not having to wipe anyone's bottom
and hold their hand while they shower and find food, and
i'm in the real world only helping myself - i learn to not ask
strangers for help as often as possible.. and i like strangers
more in that case. unless i'm shopping and i hear a 'parent'
scorning a child.
(that perverted man just stormed back in here saying that
he wanted the numbers to the other hotels because he hates
the location of his room. i told him that the other hotels are
booked & offered him the number to the bed & breakfast,
but he just stormed out of here again yelling stupid cuss
words like this sucks! but with the enthusiasm of much
harsher words. i was smiling & giggling quietly to myself)
when you stay at a hotel, remember these things:
YES! WE WILL NEED YOUR CAR TAG NUMBER! WHEN
YOU SEE IT ON THE FOLIO, DO NOT ASK US IF WE NEED
IT FROM YOU!
LISTEN TO WHAT THE FRONT DESK CLERK IS SAYING -
DO NOT INTERRUPT. PEOPLE INTERRUPT HIM/HER ALL
DAY LONG & THEY ARE SICK OF IT.
IF YOU ARE UNHAPPY WITH THE RATE THEY QUOTE,
DO NOT ACT UNHAPPY - BE VERY SWEET & CALM &
POLITE, THEN VERY HUMBLY ASK IF THERE MIGHT
BE A LOWER RATE AVAILABLE, AND IF NOT THEN IT'S
OKAY... MORE THAN LIKELY YOUR NICENESS WILL
BE THE ONLY THING THAT COULD EARN YOU A
DISCOUNT. (mean people don't get discounts)
IF THE INTERNET DOESN'T WORK, OR YOUR TOILET
CLOGS UP, OR YOUR HEATER WON'T HEAT FAST
ENOUGH - DO NOT GET ANGRY AT THE FRONT DESK
CLERK. HE/SHE WILL HELP YOU IF YOU ARE NICE
ABOUT IT, OTHERWISE SHE WILL SAY, "I'm sorry, all
of our maintenance men have gone home. I can move
you to another room if you like." THAT WAY, THE MEAN
PEOPLE CAN HAVE THE TROUBLE OF MOVING.
AND CONCERNING HOUSEKEEPING:
WHEN YOU LEAVE, IF YOU WANT SOME GOOD KARMA,
LEAVE A FREAKING TIP, PEOPLE!!! AND YES $5 IS THE
MINIMUM WHEN THE TIP IS GETTING SPLIT BETWEEN
THE PERSON WHO CLEANED UP BEFORE YOU GOT
THERE AND THE PERSON WHO PICKS YOUR PUBES
OUT OF THE BATHTUB AFTERWARD!
and if you want to be EXTRA nice: put all of your trash
in the trashcan, take all of your dirty towels and stuff them
inside of 1 pillowcase. take all of your dirty sheets &
stuff them in the other pillow case.
put trashbags & stuffed pillow cases by the door.
(trash includes used soap bars too.. you know).
...
i'm sure there are more things i could think of... OH! DO
NOT, UNDER ANY CIRCUMSTANCES, LEAN OVER THE
DESK AND TOUCH ANYTHING ON THE OTHER SIDE.
thank you.
(and do not flirt with the front desk girl, she gets it every
freaking sickening gut-wrenching day!)
...
...
okay - i know that i sound very irate, but i'm actually not,
i just think you guys should know how to be good guests
to make someone else's life a little easier.
love,
kt
i'm at work. it's been so long since i posted in this thing. it gets longer & longer still....
i've been so busy with my bands (metal & jazz), my work, and myspace (ktnarnia).
but still... i seem to find time to remember myself.
i have been waiting on this calm for so long, and here it is.
i do wonder how long it will last. i will push for 'forever'.
but other people do love to disrupt.
i am starting to hate strangers while i'm at work.
hate.
strong word, huh?
they walk into my hotel throwing fits and panicing over the
smallest thing - allthewhile life is so short.
so short.
a man who thought he had all the charm & charisma in the world
seemed very confused when i never smiled back the way he
wanted me to. i was very polite and assisted his every need
without laughing at his flirtatious jokes. when he discovered
that his room was not where he hoped it would be, he argued
with me for a while, while i patiently explained that we are
completely booked for a fishing tournament and there are
no other rooms for him to stay in. he stormed out the front
door, angry, no longer carrying that sickening, perverted grin.
WHILE I WAS TYPING THIS - he decided to come back in
and tell me that he smelled pot smoke around room 228.
he made a big deal out of it. i had to pretend like i was
about to call someone.
who cares if people are smoking pot? let them do whatever
they want! it's not hurting anybody!! jeez.
what is with this guy?
so... a little bit ago a fast-talking, high-energy man came
in here and asked where there was to eat. i told him, and
gave him directions (which he needed 3 times because
his impatience kept him from listening well-enough). his
first question had been Can I have an extra towel? but
he immediately went into the restaurant question and
wanting directions and freaking out about what time i told
him they close and wanting their number, etc. so i grabbed
the phone book to give him the number and he yelled,
"ma'am, i need that towel!" to which i replied, "i'm sorry,
i thought you wanted their number," with a sweet, innocent
voice. he caught himself and said, "oh that's right, go ahead."
i had to give him the number 3 times, again, because of his
impatience.
allthewhile, there was a sweet little old man waiting to
borrow a plunger.
all i could think about after the whole thing was, "how come
that fast-talking psycho couldn't have let the little old man
finish his order first?"
this is what it's like to be a hotel clerk.
this is my life every day... every week day for the last year
and a half.
this is where i've been and what it's all been like.
when i'm not at work, not having to wipe anyone's bottom
and hold their hand while they shower and find food, and
i'm in the real world only helping myself - i learn to not ask
strangers for help as often as possible.. and i like strangers
more in that case. unless i'm shopping and i hear a 'parent'
scorning a child.
(that perverted man just stormed back in here saying that
he wanted the numbers to the other hotels because he hates
the location of his room. i told him that the other hotels are
booked & offered him the number to the bed & breakfast,
but he just stormed out of here again yelling stupid cuss
words like this sucks! but with the enthusiasm of much
harsher words. i was smiling & giggling quietly to myself)
when you stay at a hotel, remember these things:
YES! WE WILL NEED YOUR CAR TAG NUMBER! WHEN
YOU SEE IT ON THE FOLIO, DO NOT ASK US IF WE NEED
IT FROM YOU!
LISTEN TO WHAT THE FRONT DESK CLERK IS SAYING -
DO NOT INTERRUPT. PEOPLE INTERRUPT HIM/HER ALL
DAY LONG & THEY ARE SICK OF IT.
IF YOU ARE UNHAPPY WITH THE RATE THEY QUOTE,
DO NOT ACT UNHAPPY - BE VERY SWEET & CALM &
POLITE, THEN VERY HUMBLY ASK IF THERE MIGHT
BE A LOWER RATE AVAILABLE, AND IF NOT THEN IT'S
OKAY... MORE THAN LIKELY YOUR NICENESS WILL
BE THE ONLY THING THAT COULD EARN YOU A
DISCOUNT. (mean people don't get discounts)
IF THE INTERNET DOESN'T WORK, OR YOUR TOILET
CLOGS UP, OR YOUR HEATER WON'T HEAT FAST
ENOUGH - DO NOT GET ANGRY AT THE FRONT DESK
CLERK. HE/SHE WILL HELP YOU IF YOU ARE NICE
ABOUT IT, OTHERWISE SHE WILL SAY, "I'm sorry, all
of our maintenance men have gone home. I can move
you to another room if you like." THAT WAY, THE MEAN
PEOPLE CAN HAVE THE TROUBLE OF MOVING.
AND CONCERNING HOUSEKEEPING:
WHEN YOU LEAVE, IF YOU WANT SOME GOOD KARMA,
LEAVE A FREAKING TIP, PEOPLE!!! AND YES $5 IS THE
MINIMUM WHEN THE TIP IS GETTING SPLIT BETWEEN
THE PERSON WHO CLEANED UP BEFORE YOU GOT
THERE AND THE PERSON WHO PICKS YOUR PUBES
OUT OF THE BATHTUB AFTERWARD!
and if you want to be EXTRA nice: put all of your trash
in the trashcan, take all of your dirty towels and stuff them
inside of 1 pillowcase. take all of your dirty sheets &
stuff them in the other pillow case.
put trashbags & stuffed pillow cases by the door.
(trash includes used soap bars too.. you know).
...
i'm sure there are more things i could think of... OH! DO
NOT, UNDER ANY CIRCUMSTANCES, LEAN OVER THE
DESK AND TOUCH ANYTHING ON THE OTHER SIDE.
thank you.
(and do not flirt with the front desk girl, she gets it every
freaking sickening gut-wrenching day!)
...
...
okay - i know that i sound very irate, but i'm actually not,
i just think you guys should know how to be good guests
to make someone else's life a little easier.
love,
kt