Stupid Guest Tricks

It's that magical time for those NAMMers to overrun the Resort area. For those of you who don't know, that's National Association of Music Merchants. Not only do they take over the Convention Center, but the hotels and whatever bars, girlie shows and various attractions that are available. (hint,hint CM's) I have been invited up to rooms by various guests who think that their partying souldn't stop when the local nightspots close down. It's kind of like the librarian who goes on holiday to Mexico. Get some drinks in these idiots and watch out. Oh well, I shouldn't complain. It's good for our revenue. Comes down to the all mighty dollar in the end. But I do have some questions. Have any of you come across these people at work yet? If so, how did you handle it? We are trying to figure out the best way to entertain them without driving you guys crazy, you know? Any suggestions would be appreciated.

LittleDollClaudia wrote:It's kind of like the librarian who goes on holiday to Mexico.

Hey! As a professional librarian, it just so happens that I ... understand exactly what you mean.

LittleDollClaudia wrote:It's that magical time for those NAMMers to overrun the Resort area.

I've been thru a few different conventions. Funny you mention NAMM. My father in law works it, my stepdaughter helped this year, and my sister in law comes to play and meet band members. I've never been myself - doesn't interest me.

I remember once a convention in the park. I was ringing up a VERY attractive woman of about 30 in the toy shop in Fantasyland, and (after reading the change from my register) said, "And the voices in my head tell me to give you $3.82 change." She said to me, "I can help you with those voices in your head." and proceeded to explain there was a psychiatrist's convention in the park - thousands of shrinks running around. About that time, my lead walked up and said, "Patrick, can you take over the back register when you're done." I caught the confused look on the woman's face - I'd forgotten my nametag and was wearing a borrowed one reading, 'Andy'.

First I hear voices, then my lead apparently makes up names to call her workers. The poor psychiatrist must have thought all of Disneyland nuts.