| Normally I have nothing to bitch about. I take those little inconveniences in my life and let them bug the fuck out of me, and today is no different.
Why do I get all the shitty shifts at this god awful hole I work at? Why is it that I am the one that gets told I am running a shitty hotel? I know it is shitty, if I could change things, I would, but I am just another lowly peon - I can do nothing about all the dog hair from one assholes own dog that housekeeping couldn't get out when makeing his room up.
I am being bitched at, yet again. There is no hot water. I have called my head of maintenance - he is on his way. He fixes said hot water problem. Hooray. She calls yet again - there is no toilet paper in her room, there is no toilet paper rack in which to put the toilet paper she has recieved in her room. Once more she calls - her TV is not working.
Why hasn't the housekeeper for that floor told anyone about this? This is not a slight oversight. It is the job of the housekeeper to check the toilet paper - they couldn't come and tell the desk that there was no toilet paper rack??? What makes it worse is that these people are coming in from Ohio - that is a long way away, a really long way away, and they had to pick our hotel - countless other rooms have been perfect, and the travelers have had a horrible time.
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On the positive side, hot bartender called me sweetheart. Butterflies and hummingbirds. |