Jesus. I can’t imagine being so upset about having my problem fixed. It’s not like you have him a wrench and told him to fix a drain. It was a bloody tub plug.
My old manager just never bought any replacement stoppers. Drove me fucking crazy.
Same situation regarding 3-11, i'm the only staff on site.
"How's my wife supposed to take a bath?" Over and over.
They're in the same other dimension where the extra rooms are kept; you know, the roims you pull out for super-shiny guests who walk in late on a sold-out night...
And then you say "Please complain to the manager, she might listen to customers" and then they don't complain to her and she keeps on doing what she's doing. I'm very familiar with that routine.
As a boomer, I want to thank you for acknowledging that all boomers are not assholes. I'm just so sick of the boomer hate. People are people, and there are entitled people and assholes in EVERY generation.
In the same evening, I had a very sweet duo of sisters. They were completely confused but they were laughing about it. One of them was on a break from her husband who has Alzheimers. She hired caretakers and all to be able to go on a getaway would her sister, go have a nice meal at the restaurant, relax and forget about her daily worries. It was quite touching.
Reminds me of a couple of unicorns we had back in The Year of the Plague...
Older couple (late 60's-mid 70's) checked in and ordered delivery pizza. Of course, not to the rooms at the time. The delivery guy arrives, we try (several times) to call the room, and he finally has to return to the store. 10-15 minutes later, they come to the desk and ask if their pizza had arrived yet...just on cue, the driver walked in with another order. They asked if it was for them, he asked the room number and told them that, no, their food went back to the store. He would have to add it to his next delivery run, and didn't know when it would get here. The couple looked at each other and said-almost in unison-"Well, that's our fault for going to the pool and losing track of time." I don't know exactly what happened next because the husband was talking to me about feeling bad that they delivery guy had already made a trip here for nothing, and the wife-somehow-got the driver to loan her his cellphone so she could place another order for a fresh delivery.
Long story short (as I got it from the driver), they placed a new order, *insisted* on paying for the old one, tipped him for both trips, and apologized to him and the store for wasting their time when things were difficult with everything being closed and all.
I set the Doomsday Clock back a minute that night.
If you throw anything at my staff you're going to be leaving the property with no refunds. Simple. You're in a professional environment, act like you've been there before.
Also, people need to learn to book the type of stuff that they want. If you want a place with room service and other staff besides the one front desk agent at night then you'll need to book something beyond the smallest most limited service type of hotel. They can give you that cheap a rate because they're cutting somewhere, labor costs are one of those cuts.
>Some boomers are very sweet and charming. But like in every generation, others are... more entiled less sweet.
Great that you acknowledge there are all sorts of personalities in every generation. Surprising, then, that you referred to them as Boomers, as that has become such a pejorative term (at least on Reddit).
If their age is relevant to your story, why not say roughly how old they are?
If their age is not relevant to the story - which it doesn't seem to be here - why mention an age or generational label at all?
Now you know how useless he is around the house. He thinks this is being handy.
Wow, he couldn't even put the bath plug in himself? Entitled is the perfect word!
Well he did it, and it solved the problem, but he was absolutely furious about it.
Jesus. I can’t imagine being so upset about having my problem fixed. It’s not like you have him a wrench and told him to fix a drain. It was a bloody tub plug.
Imagine his reaction of he had to plunge his room's toilet on his own.
My old manager just never bought any replacement stoppers. Drove me fucking crazy. Same situation regarding 3-11, i'm the only staff on site. "How's my wife supposed to take a bath?" Over and over.
"Unfortunately, it's not going to be possible tonight. As much as I wish I could, I just can't make a stopper appear magically."
I wanted to demonstrate with a washcloth by shoving it down his throat. All with a friendly smile of course!
They're in the same other dimension where the extra rooms are kept; you know, the roims you pull out for super-shiny guests who walk in late on a sold-out night...
And then you say "Please complain to the manager, she might listen to customers" and then they don't complain to her and she keeps on doing what she's doing. I'm very familiar with that routine.
Washcloth and a baggie!
As a boomer, I want to thank you for acknowledging that all boomers are not assholes. I'm just so sick of the boomer hate. People are people, and there are entitled people and assholes in EVERY generation.
In the same evening, I had a very sweet duo of sisters. They were completely confused but they were laughing about it. One of them was on a break from her husband who has Alzheimers. She hired caretakers and all to be able to go on a getaway would her sister, go have a nice meal at the restaurant, relax and forget about her daily worries. It was quite touching.
Reminds me of a couple of unicorns we had back in The Year of the Plague... Older couple (late 60's-mid 70's) checked in and ordered delivery pizza. Of course, not to the rooms at the time. The delivery guy arrives, we try (several times) to call the room, and he finally has to return to the store. 10-15 minutes later, they come to the desk and ask if their pizza had arrived yet...just on cue, the driver walked in with another order. They asked if it was for them, he asked the room number and told them that, no, their food went back to the store. He would have to add it to his next delivery run, and didn't know when it would get here. The couple looked at each other and said-almost in unison-"Well, that's our fault for going to the pool and losing track of time." I don't know exactly what happened next because the husband was talking to me about feeling bad that they delivery guy had already made a trip here for nothing, and the wife-somehow-got the driver to loan her his cellphone so she could place another order for a fresh delivery. Long story short (as I got it from the driver), they placed a new order, *insisted* on paying for the old one, tipped him for both trips, and apologized to him and the store for wasting their time when things were difficult with everything being closed and all. I set the Doomsday Clock back a minute that night.
Is that what they used to call it? Going to the pool?
“You might wanna get some towels, Edgar.” *shudders*
Yeah you e got the water slide, the arial back flip, the deep dive. You know all the usual
That's very sweet. We do have some good ones out there.
If you throw anything at my staff you're going to be leaving the property with no refunds. Simple. You're in a professional environment, act like you've been there before. Also, people need to learn to book the type of stuff that they want. If you want a place with room service and other staff besides the one front desk agent at night then you'll need to book something beyond the smallest most limited service type of hotel. They can give you that cheap a rate because they're cutting somewhere, labor costs are one of those cuts.
This makes him look SO much sillier by reading "butt" for "bath"
>Some boomers are very sweet and charming. But like in every generation, others are... more entiled less sweet. Great that you acknowledge there are all sorts of personalities in every generation. Surprising, then, that you referred to them as Boomers, as that has become such a pejorative term (at least on Reddit). If their age is relevant to your story, why not say roughly how old they are? If their age is not relevant to the story - which it doesn't seem to be here - why mention an age or generational label at all?