Otra nochecita por delante

Es un rollo eso de levantarte a las cuatro o las conco de la tarde y que ya sea denoche. Me he ido a dar una vueltecita con Ana por High Street Kensington a ver tiendas y chorradas.

Al volver hace un rato al hotel me ha contado Ziad que hay una movida entre recepcion y consergeria... que ellos estan llevando a los invitados a las habitaciones cuando ese es nuestro trabajo. Os dejo un mail que el "baboso" le ha mandado al jefe de recepcion y asi os haceis a la idea de las movidas que pasan por aqui (y de su mal ingles):

"I was available for whole day at concierge desk on 27/11/07 to help but: 1) Guests were not shown to the room at all!! (Once Andreas did again instead answering phones and helping guests at reception) 2) Again reception messed (destination, method of payment) up with cars instead let concierges doing the bookings – for car companies it makes difference in sending drivers for acc and cash bookings = confused guest 3) Some members of staff take the uniforms of in front of the guests - again 4) Some they do watch films LOUD at reception – asked to turn the voice off asking why very arrogant way? When phone called got confused, what first: turn the sound of, answer the phone? Finally phone not answered 5) Either there is no handover or they do not know how to read messages in the system. There is no communication between the shifts and I can see them confused in front of the guests. (Sun #202 Lady waiting 2.5h to get £100 refund, #501 Mr. Bastianich was involved in
argument with Marzena, amenities and mini bar check is not done every day."

Una movida, vamos.

Por las noches me aburro mucho aparte de tener tiempo para leer, surfear internet, chatear un rato por msn si veo alguien conectado, ver Muchachada Nui, jugar a la psp... y ayer dibuje esto porque me acorde de Carlos Chaouen, no se bien por que. Supongo que seria un momento de claridad como esos que tienen los borrachos.


Un abrazico a todos!

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