Jesus I hate my job. It’s the people you know. I said this before, even recently. But I can’t stress how much I hate the people at the hotel. And yeah it’s my job to see the people and interact with them. But god almighty I hate it. If I could only be left alone to do my job I would be so happy.

And it’s the little things that get me thinking like this. This fucking chucklehead comes in this morning. He wants a room. He says he wants it for one day. So I inform him that if he checks in now he has to be out at noon. It’s the way it is. It’s the way it has always been.

But this asshole has to try to play games. He says to me that the manager had let him do it before. He can’t even get the managers name right. So I tell him if he doesn’t like it he can check in when the manager is here. He asks if she comes in this morning. I tell him no she doesn’t.

So then the guy leaves. He goes out to the his car and sits for a minute or two and comes back in. Ok now he wants the room. So I reiterate that check out is at noon. And I also charge the asshole full rate for his little stay.

That’s terrible isn’t it? But you know what? That’s the way it is. It’s my hotel when I’m there. I don’t care who or what has told some customer that the rules are different for them. Not on my shift. I do follow some rules.

And for the record I treat everyone like this. I don’t give a shit if you the customer thinks they are important. I don’t care if you own a business or have a lot of money. I don’t care who it is you think you know at the hotel. All that doesn’t mean a thing to me. I treat others as they treat me.

I also want to say this is all dedicated to the schmuck in 254.