I worked the evening shift at the font desk of a hotel, as well as being a bellman. Our hotel had a VIP level on the top floor, and it was my job to stock the complementary bar. We had land people for oil companies stay up there frequently, usually the same group every week so I got to know them well.
One of the group members was a woman who was really nice, but odd. One night, I get a call from her:
Me: Front desk, how can I help you?
Her: There’s bubbles in my toilet.
Me: Uh… Maybe the city flushed the lines or something, but I’m sure it’s nothing to worry about. If it’s still a problem in the morning, let the front desk know and they’ll send maintenance to take a look.
Her: No, there’s something wrong. I’m coming down to show you.
Me: Ma’am, that’s not necess… Click
5 minutes later the elevator opens and she walks up with a champagne flute full of crystal clear toilet water.
Me: …
Her: Well there were bubbles in it a minute ago!
There was also the time housekeeping found crack and a pipe in the presidential suite. Luckily we avoided an employee drug test, because the cops said there’s no way a guest would leave like an 8th of crack behind
The elevator was also haunted. It would just randomly go to the ground floor and open without anyone having been in it for an hour plus.
It was a fun job as a high school senior. One of my coworkers had a buddy who would fill up a quart ziplock of mid for $40, and a coworker who enjoyed contributing to the delinquency of minors who would sneak me long Island ice teas when she was off and hanging out at the bar.
I also loved our phone system, because if you transferred someone to a non-existent extension, it would ring for 45 seconds, then transfer it back to me. If i had an abusive customer I could say, “let me transfer you to someone who can help,” then send them to nowhere. When it was returned to me, before they could speak, I’d say, “It looks like they didn’t answer, let me transfer you again.” Rinse and repeat until they fuck off.
I worked the evening shift at the font desk of a hotel, as well as being a bellman. Our hotel had a VIP level on the top floor, and it was my job to stock the complementary bar. We had land people for oil companies stay up there frequently, usually the same group every week so I got to know them well.
One of the group members was a woman who was really nice, but odd. One night, I get a call from her:
Me: Front desk, how can I help you?
Her: There’s bubbles in my toilet.
Me: Uh… Maybe the city flushed the lines or something, but I’m sure it’s nothing to worry about. If it’s still a problem in the morning, let the front desk know and they’ll send maintenance to take a look.
Her: No, there’s something wrong. I’m coming down to show you.
Me: Ma’am, that’s not necess… Click
5 minutes later the elevator opens and she walks up with a champagne flute full of crystal clear toilet water.
Me: …
Her: Well there were bubbles in it a minute ago!
There was also the time housekeeping found crack and a pipe in the presidential suite. Luckily we avoided an employee drug test, because the cops said there’s no way a guest would leave like an 8th of crack behind
The elevator was also haunted. It would just randomly go to the ground floor and open without anyone having been in it for an hour plus.
It was a fun job as a high school senior. One of my coworkers had a buddy who would fill up a quart ziplock of mid for $40, and a coworker who enjoyed contributing to the delinquency of minors who would sneak me long Island ice teas when she was off and hanging out at the bar.
I also loved our phone system, because if you transferred someone to a non-existent extension, it would ring for 45 seconds, then transfer it back to me. If i had an abusive customer I could say, “let me transfer you to someone who can help,” then send them to nowhere. When it was returned to me, before they could speak, I’d say, “It looks like they didn’t answer, let me transfer you again.” Rinse and repeat until they fuck off.