*joke about being two days till retirement here*
Anyway…. I have just had a VERY odd experience.
So there I am, having a nap at work. This is fairly common, and I’m allowed to if it’s slow. Someone comes to the front desk.
I recognize the guy’s name, he’s been here before. He’s from some sort of slavic country. He’d apparently booked things online, which explains why there’s a reservation despite me being sure everyone had checked in.
So I go about checking him in. I notice a note on the reservation, saying he wanted to be on the top floor, away from the freeway - common request. I go to change his room number, but for some reason, its been preassigned and won’t let me change it. Wait a minute, why is it set to room 115? We don’t HAVE a 115… and why is my desk dissolving into silvery-gray mist… Sir? Where did you go…?
That’s when I woke up.
So… yeah. For all I worry about losing a sale because I was sleeping, it’s something else to lose one because you’re awake…