For most people Sunday is a gift from the Big Guy; a day to recharge mentally and physically and prepare for the challenges of the next week.
For me, the coming week is an opportunity to prepare for the next Sunday! By now anyone familiar with my “work” knows Sunday is a challenging day, filled with challenging people.
At least, it normally is. Last Sunday was an exception. And yes, you read that correctly.
My first room was occupied by a well-behaved young girl – enough of an exception to the norm – and her well-dressed, enlightened mother. They epitomized the “classy traveler” you may read about in other blogs. If you’ve surmised my complimentary tone stems from the size of my gratuity, pat yourself on the back. My packing skills served me well and left me with an excellent start to my busiest day of the week.
Next up was a pack of crazy cougars who, in their own words, “Left their hubbies behind to get lucky in the casino and laid in the hotel!” Apparently they were successful on both counts. Their collective victory glow left them generous and a little confused; they wanted two carts for five bags! “We have two separate cars,” was their explanation. Hey, tip me enough and you can have all the carts you want.
I followed the cougars with a room of “mixed nuts” – 3 upbeat, wacky cougars, and their 3 perky, bubbly daughters who actually had a “super time” and had no complaints whatsoever. Of course, I learned long ago to avoid the question “So how was your stay?” It just isn’t worth the possible complications. The ladies were happy-go-lucky and generous; the perfect guests for an imperfect day.
I suspect they may have been Stepford Wives and daughters, but either way, I walked away unscathed and a few dollars richer. The final call of the morning consumed thirty minutes of my time and was the most bizarre of the week.
- A self-proclaimed “party planner”, one of those people who swoop in like a tornado, checked in on Thursday with 4 carts worth of supplies and tipped two of my colleagues $20.
- She returned Friday night with 3 more carts full of Dollar Store crap. Not only did she neglect to tip The Hook and another colleague, she asked for her own cart! The real shocker? I actually gave her one, on the condition she would return it later that night.
- Later in the evening she became embroiled in a heated exchange with one of our bartenders which ended with those infamous words, “I’d like to speak with your manager!”
- At some point on Saturday she suffered a slight setback; she was hospitalized for clinical depression.
- On Sunday morning her sister and 3 friends arrived to empty the room, which at this point looked like God threw up in it! The bathroom floor alone was filled with 30 single bottles of alcohol. I arrived to see my cart – still full of crap – sitting in the room. One deep breath later, I set to work. A mere 5 carts later, the task was complete and I walked away with blog material and $40 dollars American.
All things considered, it was a successful call in my books.
What does next Sunday hold? I have no idea, except that it’s safe to say it won’t be uneventful.