From Benjamin Kissell
The squeaky wheel may get the grease, but this whiny custy gets on my damn nerves...
It isn't very easy being the cheerful and upbeat face of a company [copious amounts of coffee are needed], especially one whose idea of 'haute couture' rooms is the equivalent of "Now with FREE color tv" [how vintage 1960s hotel can you get?] but thankfully, sometimes I can actually achieve it.
This morning, however, I may not be able to accomplish it ... despite a mug of coffee large enough I could reenact Hot Tub Time Machine in it.
So, of course when I have the least capability to deal with stressful or bitch-tastic custys is when the queen harpy of custys decides to descend upon me.
Let's call her Hunga Queen of the Harpy Custys of Talon Mountain [if you get this reference I heart you], or just Annoying Harpy Custy for short. Reeking of desperation, weasel-ness and all-things skeevy she waddles towards me; her mottled feathers [cheap dye job and possibly cheaper weave] wavering as she approaches my desk. To wit, my snarky tongue almost got the better of me whilst dealing with her.
Almost. Well, sort of.
Annoying Harpy Custy: *flapping up to the counter* "Hey, is there anything in your log book about my room from the storms last night?"
[referencing the tornado which touched down in the area and massive thunderstorms - this Custy also has a history of false or over-stated complaints, rude remarks to staff and in general a distinct lack of control of her sticky, stinky, mildly-destructive, LOUD children]
Me: "Yes ..." *looking in logbook* "It says that you developed a leak in your room during the intense part of the storms and that you didn't want to move rooms, is that correct?"
Annoying Harpy Custy: *haughty look* "Well, I didn't want to as you don't have anything available on the ground floor! What am I supposed to do, carry my luggage upstairs?" *punctuating this with a hoot and a slap on the desk's counter-top*
[This is true; ground-floor SMOKING with 2 Double-beds and a pull-out couch? We only have 2 of those specific type of rooms - one of which she is in (and likely destroying).]
Me: "My apologies, we may have one open today after 3pm, if you want to switch."
At this she gets a very smug and self-satisfied, cat-that-ate-the-canary (or the custy-who-thinks-she-got-one-over-on-the-company) look
Annoying Harpy Custy: "Good." [smug, oh how smug she be] "Now, what time does Erwin come in?" [our relatively laid back AGM]
Me: "He's not really due in today, but, if he does come in it won't be until about 3pm - what can we do for you?" [smile, Benjamin; don't show teeth. Don't show your annoyance with her ... oh my gawdd, what the sweet Retail Hell is her buzz-cut-sporting, sticky child named CHUNK climbing on?! KID THAT IS A DESKTOP COMPUTER! DO NOT CLIMB ON TOP OF THAT PRINTER! Yeah, great parenting you got going on, harpy.] "Young man, please don't climb on that." I say in a sickeningly sweet voice - if she's not gonna parent, one of us hasta.
Annoying Harpy Custy: "Well, you see," she's obviously building up to something here, as she waddles and folds her wings - I mean her arms - under and cranes up her neck. "My phone got damaged last night by the rain." At this she proudly flops down her cracked-screen touch-screen phone, open and the battery removed, on my counter. "What'chu gonna do for me about this?"
Me: *quirked eyebrow* [I can still do it, despite the knock-off botox] "Honestly ma'am, I don't think we can do very much of anything, if at all. You chose not to leave the room, despite your predicament; from how I understand it, I do not believe we're responsible for -"
Annoying Harpy Custy: "What do you mean!?!" she interrupts in an inhuman howl, calling the other guano-streaked denizens of Talon Mountain, her flitting and loudly-chirping offspring, to flock to her side. "Just because I chose not to leave - I can't lift heavy objects! - why should I be punished for this? Why are you blaming me?" Her rant is all over the board in its stream-of-consciousness-ness. "The phone company won't replace my phone for water damage!" [Now wait just a nit-picking minute here, 'Mother of the Year', I've had 3 - count 'em 3! - phones replaced by her same carrier for water damage ... I call shenanigans on this.]
Me: *dialing my GM's cell phone* "Let me ask my General Manager, then. By the way, did you try the dry rice trick? I know that I've saved 2 phones from water damage with that little home-remedy." [What can I say? I have a nasty habit of damaging phones - rarely does one last more than a year with me.] To which she replies that 'yes, she tried it and it didn't work!' [Of this I doubt, as the dry rice trick takes more than a few minutes to make any impact.] I quickly outline the situation to my GM over the phone and he reitterates the conclusion I came to, backed up by our corporate policy - We offered to move her, an employee had even offered to help physically [he be the strong bitch on-staff, all Schwarzenegger'd and shit], and she had refused. As it stands, it's out of our level's hands on what we could do for her.
To say that she didn't like this is akin to describing a volcanic eruption as 'a polite burp'.
Annoying [now Angry] Harpy Custy: >string of expletives even I find too tacky to commit to screen - thankfully, absolutely no poo is flung<
Me: "Ma'am; I promise that I'll ask Erwin if he comes in and I'll double check with the GM, as I know how not fun this is, but it's really sounding like something we can't help you with. I'm so sorry," [And I genuinely am; I loathe being without my left eye, I mean cell phone ... it's kinda essential to me. I've been known to go into a shock-like coma-esque quiet state when I don't have one ... some would say me being quiet like that isn't a bad thing.]
"If there's anything else I can do to help, I shall - I'm really terribly sorry."
Annoying [still Angry] Harpy Custy: "Well," her clawed wing scraping the desk, "when Erwin or your GM gets in have them call me!" She turns her tail feathers, ruffled, and raises her wings to flap away when I can't help but ask - my curiosity picqued by her custy avian display ...
Me: "Just a quick question, if the window was leaking in the far corner of the room, how did your phone get damaged by it?"
Annoying [now Sputtering] Harpy Custy: *incoherent mutter* "Uhm" *incoherent mutter* >shifty eyes back and forth< She finishes turning back towards the door and tosses off a half-hearted "It just did" before darkening the skies of my lobby no more.
This Classic Bitchy Custy story was originally posted to RHU in April 2013
I worked nights at a hotel. A company in my city regularly rented out 30-40 rooms for training groups. The trainees would stay two to a room, and the company was pretty strict about no one getting their own rooms.
One night one of the trainees walked up and told me that his roommate was snoring really loudly and he wanted a separate room. This occasionally happened; the trainees didn't know one another prior to showing up, so there were always some issues.
I told the guy that I would give him a separate room for the night so he could get some sleep, but that his company was pretty strict about no one getting their own room. I told him that the next day, when my manager saw that one of them was in a room by himself, she would probably move him back at the request of his company but at least he could get some sleep tonight.
The guy seemed like he understood the situation and was pretty cool about it, issue solved, right?
The next night I show up to work and my coworker tells me that this guy is PISSED and has been asking for me all day. Evidently, and as I told him, my manager saw that he was in his own room and moved him back. Her and housekeeping collectively moved his bags and things back to the original room for him during the day while he was away at training.
About an hour into my shift, this guy walks up to the counter RAGING mad about why I moved his things without asking him.
I explained to him again what I had told him the night before, then told him that I hadn't been there all day and it wasn't me that physically moved his things back.
He stared at me blankly, then asked how old I was. When I told him 22, he said, "You are nothing. You are a piece of shit and you'll never amount to anything." That was followed by more ranting before he shoved some flyers and stuff we had on the counter off into the floor and then went back to his room.
Then the guy has the nerve to call down to the desk asking for a wake-up call. I hope he was late as fuck.
I deal with bitchy people every day of my life. This is the best I can remember from recently.
I work at the bell services desk at a very large hotel on property of Walt Disney World. That means that I'm the person you talk to on the phone when you need a bell person, etc.
A very angry man called the desk screaming because he thought the bellman who had brought his bags up forgot two of the pieces of luggage - a toaster and a coffee maker (yes, people travel with appliances).
I located the bellman and he said he put them in the room's kitchenette, but the man on the phone continues to berate me because they couldn't find them.
By the time I got a manager to come try to talk to the bellman and the guest, he had been screaming at me over the phone for roughly 10 minutes. He hung up on me before I could put the manager on.
Five minutes later, the phone rang again, and it was the same room. All he said was "THE ITEMS HAVE BEEN LOCATED," and hung up on me again, no apology or anything.
I love people.
From The Daily Mail:
Sex parties, drug addicts and thieves – these are just some of the nightmares that Airbnb hosts have faced after welcoming strangers into their house or apartment.
While most hosts never experience a major problem, some have had their homes turned into a brothel, a venue for an out-of-control party or a crime scene after putting their trust in guests.
From the visitors who used hosts' living rooms for orgies to the ones who trashed the place or refused to leave, these are some of the worst guests of all time.
Londoner Christina McQuillan and her partner, Henry, claimed their Putney flat was trashed and they were left with a £3,000 repair bill after it was used for a 21st birthday party.
McQuillan said drunken revellers smoked pot inside the home, stole belongings and ripped a TV off its bracket, and a couple had sex in their bedroom while another man watched.
She claimed she was punched in the stomach as the party was shut down and about 100 people were kicked out.
Airbnb said the guest was removed from the website. Police launched an investigation into McQuillan's complaint of an assault.
The woman who booked the flat, claimed she did not break any rules and there were no drugs at the party and no one had sex.
An Airbnb spokesman said very few hosts experience problems when they rent their homes or rooms to users.
The spokesman said: 'Over 80 million guests have stayed on Airbnb and problems for hosts and guests are incredibly rare.
'We have an absolute zero-tolerance policy for issues like these. When we are made aware of issues, we work fast to help take care of hosts and guests and permanently remove bad actors from our community.'
Police blamed a ‘drug-induced orgy’ after a Canadian family’s home was trashed by Airbnb guests who claimed they were in town for a wedding.
After receiving calls from concerned neighbours, Mark and Star King, from Calgary, cut their holiday short and returned to find destroyed furniture, smashed glasses, used condoms and underwear on the floor and barbecue sauce on the walls of the home they share with their two young children.
Professional cleaners were hired to remove bodily fluids from the home’s interior, including urine, semen and vomit.
Neighbours said about 100 people attended a party that was shut down by police after three noise complaints and reports of a fight in front of the house.
The family’s two-storey house suffered up to £50,000 worth of damage, said police.
Airbnb covered the cost of the home's restoration and provided accommodation for the family.
In the rare event that a property is damaged, said Airbnb, employees work with the host under the company's $1 million host guarantee, to reimburse for any damages. Every booking is protected by the guarantee at no additional cost.
Two flatmates rented out their £1million home in Islington, north London, to make some extra cash while they were away.
But Jack Clarke and Dominic Jones returned to find a Banksy print stolen and condoms, hippy crack canisters and marijuana joints strewn throughout the home after a raucous party was held by a user who claimed he was treating his fiancée to a nice weekend in London.
The Banksy print, entitled Leopard and Barcode, has an estimated value of £8,000.
Clarke said the flat was left ‘a real tip’, with pictures knocked off the walls, chewing gum and food trodden into the carpet and cigarettes stubbed out on furniture.
He said the user who rented the flat had no rating on the website.
Airbnb removed the user from the website and police launched an investigation into the theft.
The company said 35 million guests stayed in Airbnb properties last year and there were 540 reports of significant damage to property, a rate of 1.5 for every 50,000 guests.
Ari Teman, from New York, said he was left effectively homeless after his apartment was trashed by Airbnb guests who held a ‘XXX Freak Fest’ orgy.
The guest who threw the fetish party claimed he was renting the apartment for his family while they attended a wedding.
But he returned home to find the aftermath of an orgy, including condoms and liquor bottles on the floor.
Teman said he later discovered a Twitter feed advertising a ‘XXX Freak Fest’ at his apartment.
He was awarded more than $23,000 (£16,000) in compensation by Airbnb. The company also sent a locksmith to change his locks.
But Teman later complained that he was placed on a blacklist and unable to get a new lease while apartment hunting, forcing him to stay between places.
Police in San Francisco launched a search for a woman after an Airbnb host claimed $35,000 (£25,000) worth of valuables had been stolen from their home.
The homeowner said the crime was recorded by a high-quality surveillance camera.
The guest was accused of breaking into a locked closet and office, and stealing valuables within.
A woman was charged with second-degree burglary and falsely impersonating another person.
At the time, Airbnb said it was in contact with police and offering its assistance in the investigation.
Stockholm police warned Airbnb hosts about a rise in the number of pimps and prostitutes using rental properties as brothels.
There had been several cases where pimps posed as legitimate customers and rented homes from families or individuals for up to three weeks at a time.
Police told Airbnb hosts to stop being so naive, with second-hand apartments overtaking hotels as the most popular market for prostitution in Sweden's capital.
In most cases, police are tipped off by neighbours who become suspicious of the activity next door after seeing men coming and going at all hours.
Similar claims surfaced about apartments in Manhattan in New York.
read more on The Daily Mail