This morning I am checking out of another luxury hotel in Atlanta. I'm headed back to my new home in Clearwater. This hotel definitely needs a mystery shopping program. The view from the 26th floor in midtown Atlanta is pretty nice, but the service has left much to be desired. I used the hotel's car service to pick up a case of Two Buck Chuck (Cabernet Sauvignon, from Trader Joe's) to take home with me since Tampa/Clearwater doesn't yet have Trader Joe's. I was excitedly walking through the lobby of this $229/night hotel and was stopped in my tracks by some snooty supervisor who confiscated my case of wine. Can you believe the audacity? I had no plans to pop the cork - the mystery shop includes a bar visit so why open my own? He told me he assumed I was having guests in my room and he did not want to be responsible for someone falling off the balcony. The only thing is, none of the rooms have balconies and I am shopping the hotel alone. All of a sudden this highfalutin hotel has transformed itself into a pay-by-the-hour no name motel patrolled by overly aggressive ex-paratroopers turned cops just itching to crack their batons on some crack whore trying to shoot up some primo dope.
Stepping down from my soapbox now...
I've got an 8+ hour ahead of me. Soon I will crank up the dial on mystery shopping. I have a few debts I need to take care of before I can really slow down. I don't plan to shop like I did back in Birmingham but I do need to keep busy the next few months.
At least you will get to put that in your report and give a little payback to the supervisor.
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