Tuesday, September 27, 2011

Sensitive Sleepers

Every once in a while we get "sensitive sleepers" staying at the hotel. These are guests that come in and demand the quietest room in the hotel as if they believe there is some sort of hyperbolic sound chamber we have reserved for people like them. I've had guests check in to the hotel and lay in the beds of 6 different rooms to check hear which one is quieter.

This guest would say things like "No I can't sleep in this room, I can hear the fan from that building down the block."

No matter what room we give them they still come down and complain about some sort of disturbance the next morning. "The garbage trucks woke me up this morning, I should get a free breakfast for the inconvenience." I feel like saying to them "Oh really, I'm so sorry. We'll be sure to call the sanitation department and stop all garbage collection on the block because you are a light sleeper and you are visiting the city that never sleeps." Or "Well you can call 311, ask for Mayor Bloomberg and see what he has to say about your inconvenience."

Let me say this clearly, if you are a light sleeper stay the fuck out of New York City! If you do have to come here, don't complain about the noises of the city to the people who can't do anything about it. We are happy to move you to a higher floor but we can't do anything about the sounds of the fans in our building or any others. We can't stop construction on the street and we can't appease you because you lost an hour sleep due to the way the city you chose to visit operates.

Get real and take an Ambien!

Wednesday, September 21, 2011

Teaching to tip

The other day I went up to a guest's room for a luggage down call. For those of you who are not familiar with industry speak, "luggage down" means a guest needs a bellman to go up to their room with a cart and collect their bags and bring them to the lobby to either store the bags for the day or load them up in a town car/taxi for them.  It's very common and is a great way to earn a good tip.

I arrived at the door and gave my patented, syncopated knock followed by my "bellman at the door!" greeting. The door swung open and I found myself gazing into the hallway of one of our double rooms with a family of four frantically trying to get ready. They were very nice people and even helped me load the luggage onto my cart. "Will you be needing to store these bags for the day or shall I go downstairs and hail you a taxi?" I asked.

"We will need to store them, our flight isn't until later tonight." The mother responded.

"No problem at all." I said with a bright smile on my face as I pulled my stash of luggage tags out of my back pocket. I counted up the number of bags on the and wrote the figure on the luggage ticket, tore off the ticket along the perforated edge and looked up to hand the ticket to the mother. It was then that I realized the younger of their two boys was standing in the hallway with tip money in his hand.

"Well here you are young man, just hand this ticket back to one of the bellman upon your return to the hotel and we will be happy to take your luggage back out for you." I said and as I handed him the ticket he handed me five $1 bills. "Thank you very much young man, it is much appreciated." He smiled as he realized he had performed the American custom perfectly. "Have a wonderful day exploring our city, we will see you when you get back."

I exited the room and headed towards the elevators to return to the lobby. While waiting for the elevator to arrive, a thought occurred to me. This was not the first time that I had received a tip from a child. Often times cheap parents will have their kids give people in the service industries bad tips because they know their children are less likely to receive bad looks for shitty tips (or shitty looks for bad tips.) However, in this instance the tip was decent and I realized that young boy just got his first lesson in tipping.

I think half the time that Europeans don't tip it's because they have no idea how to. They don't know the proper etiquette because their parents never showed them how to. They don't know how much to tip because their parents never taught them that you tip $1-$2 per bag or 20% of a restaurant bill. When I left that room that young boy may have asked his parents "Why did I give that man money?"

"Well honey," I'm sure his parents would respond, "that man performed a service for us and in America it is customary to tip for services provided."

"Well why did I tip him $5?" the boy might have asked.

"We had him store 5 of our bags so I gave him $1 per bag. When we come back later, I will have you tip the gentleman that retrieves our bags another $5. This is what we call tipping etiquette son."

So to any parents out there that may read this, teach your children how to tip properly. It is a life long lesson that they will use on a daily basis (so long as they live in America.) 

Thursday, September 1, 2011

Welcome Back!

Welcome back to my readers! I apologize for the month long hiatus, but I took August off to travel and to see family (paid vacations are a beautiful perk of a unionized job.) While I was away I didn't feel like thinking about my job as a bellman very much. However, traveling and staying in hotels while away gave me incredible insight to the hotel industry. When you assume the role of the guest, it's amazing how differently you see hotels as opposed to being the worker.

But now I'm back baby, and the stories from my travels and my years at the job in Times Square shall continue! Please stay tuned and tell all your friends, the BK Bellman will continue to blog!