The continuing, totally true adventures of a lowly desk clerk working at a hotel where the staff and management are incapable of providing quality service to guests who may not even deserve it anyway.
Tampa's annual fetish convention is this weekend. Yay! That means guests walking around the hotel in kinky outfits, employees walking around giggling like 12-year-olds and our general manager walking around asking "is there a convention going on or something?"
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