Why do Friday's never go as planned? Based on my schedule, I should've been able to finish my day by 5:30 at the latest. Instead it was seven o'clock and I was doing damage control with a guest who had been given a key to the wrong room. Not normally a situation that needed my attention, but the guest had walked in with their entire family, including two children under eight to a room with a young couple engaged in doggy style coitus. The family was too stunned to walk out and the couple was too stunned to stop. The offending key giver? Rian.
Finally, after comped nights, free meals, and my dignity, all parties involved were appeased. I sent an email to Holly and Priya that I wanted to see them in my office first thing Monday morning and gave the front desk supervisor strict instructions
