I learned something last night.

I learned what irish men wear under their kilts.

Shamrocks. Booyah.

But seriously kilted guy, thank you for the excellent conversation- You made a happy end to my terrible week.

And now things get a little less than awesome.

I have two hockey teams in the hotel. One is from Canadian. I am beginning to suspect Canadians are just... dumb. They decided to take the elevator up to their rooms on the top floor and thought it would be humorous to hit the elevator distress bell and then start punching eachother. (*facepalm*)
They showed back up in the lobby around 4am and of course I yelled at them. Morons.

Sorry, your auditor is very, very tired. Your auditor has been overworked and it's nearing the end of wedding chaos season. If I get bitched out by one more drunken wedding guest I swear someo- Well, it just won't be very good.

To the jerk in 307

Dear drunk,

You totally did not make any friends tonight. Taking post-it notes off the desk is -not- cool as they are a main source to communicate between the shifts. Just because your drunken friend has been staying here for work and we know him, and like him, is not an excuse to be a giant ass. That post-it note (later recovered) held information about advance deposit rooms for about 20-some days and the workers occupying them had left early. Combined the rooms have a couple thousand dollars worth of nights left unused. It was also SO MATURE of you to take the phone we have on the desk for guest use to dial 911 from it because you were mad that I scolded you. You are *so* cool, dude. [/sarcasm] I am very happy your asses are leaving on monday.

xoxo
One very fed-up auditor.

Post Script - Grow the fuck up. This is one of the reasons I seldom drink these days.