Karma's a Bitch, Ain't It?

So, here's a funny story about how shit can really come back to bite you.

Yesterday, after a 10 hour day of interviewing, I decided I didn't have the energy to commute back home. It was a selfish decision and, as such, I will not be charging it to the company. Yet, I still made the reservation around 6:15 pm.

I get to the hotel and there are two front desk "team members" on staff. One is helping one with a standard check in. The other is helping a woman with an attitude from hell.

And I quote: "This is unacceptable! I made this reservation a month ago. I am a platinum member. Well, of course not! This happens every damn time. I am so sick to death of you people. This is ridiculous. I am appalled at your servie. I gave you my platinum card. Well I can't imagine why you don't have my platinum card on file! I requested a suite on the conceirge floor and I should be upgraded! What do you mean it is all sold out?!?"

I think you get the picture. I could, of course, do nothing but catch the eye of the abused front desk clerk and give him a sympathetic glance.

When it came my turn to check in, I received the following welcome:

"Hello, and thank you for joining us. You'll just be here the one night? Well, we have your gold member on file, so thank you. Your room is on the concierge floor, 24, and your room is 24XX. The lounge serves cocktails until 10 and after that, softdrinks, milk and water are available free of charge. Have a lovely stay ma'am.'

So, yeah, membership has its priveleges. But so does being nice, I guess.