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I've literally, got a book of stupid questions people asked me while working in the hotel industry. Unfortunatly, said book is at home and I am at work, but here's a few of the more common ones with answers where applicable.

Q: "Where's the third floor ballroom?"
A: "It's on the third floor."

Q: "How do I get to the third floor?"
A: "You take the elevator or the stairs."

Q: (While standing under the "Check-In Here" sign) "Can I check in here?"

Q: "How do I check my voicemail?" (also applies to roomservice)
A: "You hit the "voicemail" (roomservice) button on the phone."

Q: "Where's the voicemail button?"
A: "It's the button with the picture of the telephone on it."

Q: (by me) "Did you want to leave the charges on your credit card?"
A: (By Guest) "Yes please."
(I Check them out and thank them for their stay)
Q: (By Guest) "Could I pay cash for that?"
(This one drives me nuts, for reversing credit card charges are a pain)

We take reservations for one of the restaurants in the hotel at the desk before they open. And I swear, every other call, when I ask them what time they want the reservation for, they're stumped.

WHen taking a reservation, asking for the credit card often times takes them 10 minutes, for they don't have the card on them.

There's more. But this ******* "Skate Club" that's staying in the hotel has been bugging me all day with stupid questions and requests for late check outs. This group is a bunch of dorks who travel to different cities to rollerblade/skate throughout different cities. Their group leader may be one of the weirdest people I've ever met. No less than three different times she's come up to the desk, told me she's had a question, then half had a conversation in her head/half had a conversation with herself outloud, told me nevermind, and walked away.

And today's a slow day... /sigh.

Slightly wrong.

Since i'm in the miltary it's more...

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I get butthurt when people who don't work very hard get whiney when they don't get paid well.

suck it up if you want more money fUcking start working for it.

Not really but we get a great pension and thats really the carrot rather than the monthly wage which is not great when compaired to say Fireman, Policeman which are the compariable career choises if you have not got a degree education.

,To be fair Joph i made a point before, during and after that i was working from a different way of looking at tips.

Back to the original topic, though, what is up with customers and their stupid questions, huh?

Like this week at work, I got a call from this lady who's husband had fallen into a wood-chipper while performing his job. She's all going on about how he's dead and stuff, and she can't afford to pay the mortgage without his income. She wants to know when we're sending her a check.

And I'm like, look honey, and then I acted like the phone cut out.

Many of the places I ate in England that were tipworthy built the tip into the final bill. No need to tally up a tip figure because they did it for you.

Here are a few other good ones I got:

Walgreens- "Do you sell <insert major drug here>?"

Walgreens- "I was told I didn't need a prescription for this. Oh I do? Can I get it anyways?"

At a gas station- "How come you charge so much for gas? You should lower the price."

At a photo lab I worked at on UW Madison campus- "Do you see lots of bewbies?"

One of my all time favorites is when bums or chumps come up and ask me if they can borrow a cigarette or money. That's when I pull out my best english accent and say "Fuck off, ya bloody ************* Like they're actually gonna return said money or cigarettes.

I know every smoker, especially city dwellers have heard that countless times.

Well...It wasn't as glamorous as you think.













Mostly drunken man bewbs

Edited, Aug 27th 2006 at 4:13pm EDT by Paskil

When in doubt, I'll always offer at least $1 and say "Thank you for your trouble." And when in Vegas, I always tip, from the hotel porter, waitstaff, the guy doing my roulette table, the cashier in the cage, to the cab driver.

In restaurants I tip 10% for ****** service, 15% for half-assed service, 20% for average service (which tends to be pretty good in the states), and up to 30% for exceptional service. It was weird not tipping during my trip to Europe this summer. In fact, I frequently tipped a few Euros even when I really didn't need to, just because I've been so deeply conditioned with guilt for not tipping a server. But I'll say one thing for sure, service sucks in Europe compared to the U.S. Once you get your food it's like you're not even there anymore and no one gives a ****. I'm American! I need attention!

For delivery people it's a little different. For pizza and other food deliveries, I tip about 10%. This is because now-a-days they usually charge a "delivery fee." You used to be able to get your pizza delivered for free, and so my tip used to be higher. But even now, I never tip less than 2 bucks.

For delivery of furniture and such I'm at a loss. You can hardly take a percentage of the purchase price (I'm not giving the dude $80 to deliver an $800 dining room set). I tend to tip more if they assemble it, but I always struggle as to how much to give. I usually do around 10 bucks per person if the item is larger than a TV. But I have no clue what's expected or appropriate.

For clerks at convenience stores I just laugh. Sometimes I'll scoff though, like I'm put out that I have to tolerate their inferior, mediocre existence.

was that one of renlonaaa's socks? He's mad because his sockpuppets keep having unfortunate accidents.

Yeah, he's threatening me with a lawsuit now. Man, people love to threaten to sue when they're mad about their socks being banned, don't they?

Yeah, It's truly hilarious how some of the more unstable ones seem to think the legal system works.

It's actually been a constant obervance of mine that the less one knows of the legal system, the more one thinks they can get away with using it.