I should change the name of this blog, I only update it at work and more often than not I write about what it's like here. Anything to keep me sane in the quiet nights, the patient hours...
You know what bothers me more than anything here at the front desk of the hotel? It's not the drunks that wander in, it's not the strange folks asking if they can wait for a bus in the lobby and take the coffee, it's not the fear that I might go insane and kill people or the thought that the elevator might fill with blood and pour into the lobby, no - the thing that bothers me the most is when people over the phone ask me for my name.
I get shivers every time. "And your name is?" they ask while I answer questions and give estimates on room rates. At first it was a fear that any mistakes they made would then be blamed on me, they had my name and could say, "Well Kyle told me this..." but now it's just this fear of me losing my anonymity. Why are you calling for information about room rates for your business at one in the morning? And why do you need to know my name?
I really can't explain how unsettling it is. I guess the only comparison would be imagine if a stranger walked up to you and asked for directions. "Which way to the Cinnabon?" they ask. You look like someone who enjoys a good Cinnabon after all. You glance around, get the general idea and say: "Just head past the Urban Outfitters and hang a right at the Orange Julius." they look at you kind of skeptically and say, "Hmmmmm.... okaaaaaayy....." after an uncomfortable moment, they look you in the eye and say: "And your name is????"
Are you uncomfortable yet? Now imagine they grab your butt and then head off to the food court.