Our heater broke, and the lobby is currently a balmy 63 degrees Fahrenheit. So I decided to break dress code a little and wear my hoodie over my button up shirt and slacks. Well...I asked permission to. I don't actually have guts, nor do I live on the edge.
Actually, I was particularly concerned about wearing an oversized hoodie with an out-of-town college name scrawled across it, due to the knowledge that I may very well have to tell some guests that we don't actually have room for them after all. I figured that might be taken a little better by someone looking at a woman in a button up, professional-looking shirt.
In any case, nobody came in after I bundled up, so no worries.
In the morning, however, I was helping a fellow check out and back in, because one of the day shifts had experienced trouble making a continuous reservation and instead booked a few people for multiple days, re-checking in each morning. It was taking a minute, but I was clearly helping a guy, when a fellow with a DESPERATELY URGENT NEED for coffee interrupted to ask if I worked there.
Nope. I'm just playing on their computer while the real employees aren't looking.
Why do you ask?
-Wednesday
P.S. - Rest assured that your night auditor may very well be pretending he/she is Santa Claus when delivering your morning paper and bill.
I totally do.
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