Military Mode

What a night I had last night! And not in the good way either. People wanted to cook when I was trying to clean the kitchen, and I made it pretty clear that it was closed and that they were too late. I was rude to one girl, and a cool guy too.



When my shift was done and I was watching a movie (half sleeping too) I was disturbed by a guest that his room mate has wet his bed. Great. Absolutely great. I jump too, couldn't give two shits cause I was off the clock. I go upstairs too look at him, I wake him up, and ask him what's going on. He being too plastered to make any sense what so ever just pissed me off and I said they can sort it out in the morning and just to deal with it. I refused to give him new sheets too. His room mate was being persistant if there was another room available for him to sleep in; we were fully booked, no go. So I run back down to the movie and resume my previous position on the couch. A couple of minutes later the same guy comes back down and says that the bed wetter is in the shower now and he requested some sheets. I gave in and gave them to him, and he expected me to change them for him. I told him that the pisser should change his own sheets. This time I had had enough and decided to try talking to the guy again to see if would make any sense after taking a shower. I was pretty much all up in his face, giving him sh*t for being a complete twat and that he should get his act together. He then throws the option of him leaving into the air, I say go for. I try to tell him that he's not going to get away with pissing the bed, and that I need his Credit Card. He obviously doesn't know who I am, and keeps on telling me that he's leaving. He gives me a light push and says that I should get out of his face. I then inform him that I'm the manager and that I was simply doing my job (in a very hard militant manner). I tell him that he is going to give me his credit card before his leaves and that he doesn't really have a say in the matter (I was pretty worked up and was thinking about getting physical with this douche bag). I was being pretty intense and in his very personal space, making him feel very uncomfortable (he was quite a bit smaller and skinnier than I am), he begins to shake and I eventually get the credit card, run down stairs and make a copy of it. Give it back to him and escort him out of there. He was constantly apologizing (I accepted one of them cause of the weaker side of me) during the whole ordeal, but he got what he deserved. His room mate was feeling like shit now for having some sort of part in having him kicked out felt I was crossing the line in how I was handling the situation and thought it was stupid to throw out a drunk into wellington at 00.00. I said that it's his problem and not mine. When he left the door, I said "Good luck" and closed the door behind him. End of that.



Apparently I woke up some people who were sleeping and in the rooms around me when I talking to this guys (talking = using my loud voice). Meh...I wasn't a happy camper when I went to bed, so I listened to some Mitch Hedberg and fell asleep to it. It was great.

That was it, talk to you later guys!