As regular readers of this fabulous (my opinion of course) blog know I work part-time as a hotel front desk clerk at a small, exclusive (and very expensive) boutique hotel in the first town in the first state.
I am always reluctant to write about my job lest I get into trouble with my boss (the hotel owner) writing about hotel guests. Just as my friend and fellow blogger Dr. Spo is reluctant to write about his job as a head shrink, lest he
Last night was the first night of my five day marathon work schedule. My normal schedule is two nights a week (Wednesday and Thursday). However, this week I'm filling in for one of vacationing employees so I will be working this weekend, perhaps the busiest of the summer. Pray for me.
You know folks, as long as I've been in the hotel business (eleven years now), I never cease to be amazed at the new requests that are made of me.
Last night I get a request from a guest. He called and said "Could you send up a new mattress? The one we have now is BROKE"
Um . . . . . I answer "No" with my mouth agape. What? The guest thinks I have mattresses stored in the back with extra towels and pillows?
I asked what the problem was. He said his wife said the mattress had a "dip" in the center. I told him I couldn't replace his mattress. I was the only hotel employee on that night which surprised him. He thought I had someone from "housekeeping" who could supply him with a new mattress.
That's it folks. There was a lot more to the story (even more bizarro, he wanted to switch mattresses with another room) but this was the gist lest I get into trouble with the hotel for even telling this much. Yep, "send up a new mattress."
Right away sir!
You know, I have a sneaky suspicion I was punked last night.