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I did a quick search for this posts topic and came up short. This surprises me. So let me say with no doubt in my mind, that I hate the hotel’s guests. I hate them all. They are the stupidest people I’ve had the displeasure to meet. Drunken hillbilly stupid sonsabitchs.
Take that in for a moment and you may ponder why it is I work at a place of business that one has to deal with customers. If you asked me this question I would have to just stare blankly at you. Because I don’t have the slightest clue why I work at the hotel.
Back to the drunken hillbilly stupid sonsabitchs. I don’t care who they are. What I mean is if the guest is just some family traveling to those assholes that are with some place of business. It’s that last group I hate the most.
I don’t give two shits what company you are with. Just because you happen to work for the guys who make the machines that makes the shakes at McDonald’s doesn’t mean I’m going to treat you like your god. Fuck you and fuck your company. I treat everyone the same way they treat me. Of course this may not be the best way to handle a hotels clientele.
But why is it that people act like that? Does working for so and so company make them a better class of person? No I think it doesn’t. And I understand that these fucks are big money for the hotel. But I will not take this kind of shit from these before mentioned drunken hillbilly stupid sonsabitchs. If your an asshole to me, then I’m going to be an asshole right back at you.
These guys that motivated me to write this for instance are either to drunk or stupid (possibly both) to look up a phone number for a bar. So naturally these fucks call me and want me to get the number for them. I tell them I don’t have a phone book handy and to try the phone book in their room. Then they ask me what time this bar closes. In their drunken stupor and possible ignorance assume I work at this shithole bar part time. So I tell them I don’t know. A simple truthful answer.
Well this isn’t good enough for these fucks. They hang up and call back, but this time a different asshole asks the same thing. The skill of looking up a phone number is to much for these guys? I tell them the same answer as before. This is when I get the “I work for so and so” line. I again state that I don’t have a phone book handy and they hang up on me. So I decide to look up the number and I call the shithole bar and ask what time they are open till. I call the incompetent asshole back and relay the information.
Then these great guests of the so and so company walk out the front doors of the hotel with open bottles of beer. Which is kinda illegal in these parts. I would have liked to called the cops on them, but didn’t. The very brief one hour goes by and these even drunker fucks come back.
One of the gentleman (and I use the term lightly) asks me how much a cab ride costs from the shithole bar to the hotel. I was kind of baffled that the guy who just took a cab didn’t know what he paid for the cab ride. Again I give him the honest answer that I don’t know what the going price is on a cab ride. This jackass then goes on with his drunken hillbilly cohorts on how he “can’t believe that this guy doesn’t know what the cab costs.” I say to him that I don’t use the cabs, I have a car. Hence I don’t know what the prices are on the cab rides.
Again to me this is a pretty logical answer to his drunken statement. But this drunk fuck keeps repeating how he can’t believe that I don’t know the cab prices. It was around this point I wish I could sterilize the whole lot of these asshole, for the sake of mankind. I’m sure that if these drunk fucks can even remember the events of the night in the morning they will probably complain about me.
And the thought of this doesn’t bother in the least. I do my job. And the one thing I know is part of my job is not putting up with the kind of drunken hillbilly stupid sonsabitchs the hotel attracts. Man I hate people.