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Dec. 1st, 2008 04:03 amDear Mr. Tough Guy,
No, in point of fact, I am not losing my job. I've worked in this hotel for going on nine years now, and been threatened by far bigger assholes and meaner drunks than you. You boozed-up hicks are always so full of yourselves (and beer), so sure you're in the right, and so completely and utterly impotent (probably in more ways than one). If I were not too busy being disgusted by the overpowering alcoholic stench coming at me through the service window, I would be amused. Yes, I look younger than I am and am polite and softspoken even to low-class trash like you, but let me make a few things clear: it does not mean that I 1.) am naive, 2.) do not know my job, 3.) do not know the rules of my hotel, or 4.) am easily intimidated. You, son, are one of a hundred-million.
No, I cannot let you into the lobby. The doors are not to be unlocked until 6 a.m. No, I cannot let you stay past 11 without charging you extra. No, I cannot leave the lobby to bring you matches. No, I cannot give you matches now that you've walked up to the lobby. We don't have any, and you'd know that and would have saved yourself the trip, if you had stayed on the phone while I looked for them, when you called up and asked. No, Papa John's does not deliver this late, but, sure, you can have a flyer anyway since you're so positive that they do. You have fun with that. And, um... No, I'm not losing my job. As my manager will tell you, if you even remember any of this, come morning, everything on my side in our delightful little exchanges has been completely within policy. No, I am not lying. People like you aren't worth even a lie. And would I be correct in assuming that I'm not the first girl who's said no to you tonight...?
Go sleep it off, little man. You're not impressing anyone.
No love,
Your humble graveyard shift desk clerk.
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