7.09.2006

you're lucky that you don't work for me

my boss and i arrived famished in san francisco.
we headed to the hotel and got a bite to eat at the hotel restaurant. it was about 1 pm and the restaurant was empty. that should have been our first clue.

a server approached our table and inquired, "how are you today?" we stated that we're fine ... and asked him the same. he replied, "well, i'm wondering if this day will ever end. i've been here since 6 am and i'm counting the minutes until i go home. can i get you something to drink?"

the service was bad (duh) ... bad enough to f with the server. for example, if i had been with someone other than my boss i could have pulled my district manager bit. this is when i advise sparky that i am the new marriott dm and i am doing a hotel / restaurant check. based on his service / demeanor / eagerness to leave ... i would be signing him up for a permanent vacation.

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