Kay Nein
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What a doozie of a weekend! Started out bad and got worse. I guess I should be grateful that all the PITAs come on one weekend instead of spreading out to fill out my calendars...
Guests are all checked in, happy. I've gone home. 12:30 AM the phone rings (we have Inn phone forwarded to an Inn cel 24/7) - apparently in my deep sleep, I did not hear it therefore did not wake up. 12:36AM phone rings again. Sleepyhead answers it - it's the cops. We're awake now! Cop says that one of our guests is locked out and she called them. WTF?? So we rush over there to let her in. She's drunk (coulda guessed that one). She's inside the house, but her room locked behind her and the key was inside. She's accusing us of closing her room door thereby locking her out. Mean, nasty old drunk woman. She's holding a stack of our business cards. We say, "Why didn't you just call us yourself? Why did you call the cops?" "I could not find your number!" (2nd WTF!) Ok, number is on the sign out front, on little signs over the doorbells, on the brochures next to where she was standing and definitely on the business cards in her hand.
When they check out, I rush out into the parking lot with a cloth bag full of books they left all over the room and a t-shirt that was on their couch. She's still nasty - one of those biddys that doesn't have any other mode... Oh, she doesn't want those books, we can keep them. And that's not her shirt... that I found in a bag on the couch in her room. Nope, that's not her shirt. She won't look at it, she won't stop being nasty insisting that's not her shirt. It's my size, but I'm afraid every time I wear it I'll think of her.
Before she left she made another reservation to come back . Geez! Worst part is that she's best friends with a lady that moved in next door to us. The new neighbor is a well-connected, well-respected designer that just opened a business downtown and was woowed to do so by our mayor. New neighbor is super nice... but apparently not all her friends are.
Other issues: Man had gastric bypass, can only have shakes for breakfast. Brought his own stuff, including a VitaMix blender that he ran at 730am on Saturday (do you know how LOUD that thing is??) Second day he did it later, but he's in the kitchen with us as we're trying to make breakfast wanting to wash his blender & so very much in my way. I don't tolerate people in my kitchen in the morning (aside from the fact that it's not really allowed).
Woman checking out yesterday falls down our stairs. She admits she had too many bags in her hands. Only fell a few steps to the top landing, but hurt both her knees. Gave her ice packs for the drive home. We were really concerned. Luckily, she called today & she's not so bad. *whew*
Not too often I'm happy for Monday to get here!
Guests are all checked in, happy. I've gone home. 12:30 AM the phone rings (we have Inn phone forwarded to an Inn cel 24/7) - apparently in my deep sleep, I did not hear it therefore did not wake up. 12:36AM phone rings again. Sleepyhead answers it - it's the cops. We're awake now! Cop says that one of our guests is locked out and she called them. WTF?? So we rush over there to let her in. She's drunk (coulda guessed that one). She's inside the house, but her room locked behind her and the key was inside. She's accusing us of closing her room door thereby locking her out. Mean, nasty old drunk woman. She's holding a stack of our business cards. We say, "Why didn't you just call us yourself? Why did you call the cops?" "I could not find your number!" (2nd WTF!) Ok, number is on the sign out front, on little signs over the doorbells, on the brochures next to where she was standing and definitely on the business cards in her hand.
When they check out, I rush out into the parking lot with a cloth bag full of books they left all over the room and a t-shirt that was on their couch. She's still nasty - one of those biddys that doesn't have any other mode... Oh, she doesn't want those books, we can keep them. And that's not her shirt... that I found in a bag on the couch in her room. Nope, that's not her shirt. She won't look at it, she won't stop being nasty insisting that's not her shirt. It's my size, but I'm afraid every time I wear it I'll think of her.
Before she left she made another reservation to come back . Geez! Worst part is that she's best friends with a lady that moved in next door to us. The new neighbor is a well-connected, well-respected designer that just opened a business downtown and was woowed to do so by our mayor. New neighbor is super nice... but apparently not all her friends are.
Other issues: Man had gastric bypass, can only have shakes for breakfast. Brought his own stuff, including a VitaMix blender that he ran at 730am on Saturday (do you know how LOUD that thing is??) Second day he did it later, but he's in the kitchen with us as we're trying to make breakfast wanting to wash his blender & so very much in my way. I don't tolerate people in my kitchen in the morning (aside from the fact that it's not really allowed).
Woman checking out yesterday falls down our stairs. She admits she had too many bags in her hands. Only fell a few steps to the top landing, but hurt both her knees. Gave her ice packs for the drive home. We were really concerned. Luckily, she called today & she's not so bad. *whew*
Not too often I'm happy for Monday to get here!