17 rooms per person, nearly all of them trashed because a Canadian bus tour full of little old ladies left early that morning. I wound up skipping my lunch break to try to get my rooms done on time, which I never do considering I'm hypoglycemic. The new GM comes to my floor saying three rather high-maintinence middle aged women need the suite ASAP, and in an unusual gesture even helped me clean it! Much appreciated, especially since that room was so filthy it could've gagged a maggot.
The room is cleaned in about an hour, she goes and checks them in, and all seems fine.
About a half hour later I'm cleaning another room and these saggy-tittied harpies doused in Channel calogne start doing the "Housekeeping! You need towel? HAHAHAHAHAHA" bit, which wasn't funny the first 18,000 I've heard it this week and I get it so often it doesn't really bother me that much anymore (good ol' New Age mental-emotional balance training pays off, for now...)
"Oh you are so bad!"
"What? It's not like she can understand me."
Of all the times I felt like screaming at a guest I really wish I did, but I maintained my cool.
I told this story to the Front Desk manager and her jaw dropped to the floor with disgust.
I hope room 414 gets swarmed with locusts before they leave.
I mean seriously! I went without eating to bust my ass to make sure that room was ready when THEY wanted it and they're making fun of me?