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Sunday, March 07, 2010

Confessions of a Hotel Night Clerk

I don't have a picture, mostly because it happens almost every night. I work the night shift at a relatively nice, but small hotel, so I am by myself at the front desk three nights a week from 11pm to 7am. For some reason every sloppy drunk (and even some of the sober ones) think its ok to hit on me, smell me (yes, I had someone lean over the desk and audibly sniff me), and ask me to go back to their room with them. In fact tonight I had couple of brothers basically beg me to get naked in the pool with them...when I told them the pool was closed they invited me to their room along with the, supposedly, 8,000 women that were supposed to meet them here. I don't understand why guys think that just because I'm working at night that I'm a whore...I've even had a few offer me money to sleep with them. Don't they realize that just because they're drunk, horny and bored that I'm not? I guess I just have "I would love to sleep with you" stamped on my forehead...or actually across my breasts since they can't seem to keep their eyes off them.

Submitted by Sarah