New Year's Eve at the Hotel Front Desk: Expecting Chaos, Getting...Polite Canadians?
There’s something magical about New Year’s Eve if you work the front desk of a hotel—or at least, there’s the anticipation of magic, or mayhem, or both. Like a kettle left on the stove, the pressure builds: drunk guests stumble in from parties, the pool mysteriously gets more popular after midnight, and the number of “lost” keycards skyrockets. For two nights, u/theknightauditor perched on the edge of their seat, mace at the ready (not for unruly guests, but for the local wildlife, mind you), all but certain some wild NYE story was about to unfold. Was tonight the night for a police call, an eviction, or at least a dramatic retelling for r/TalesFromTheFrontDesk?
But then…nothing. Just a slightly sticky door lock and a few no-shows. Anti-climactic? Maybe. Kind of a relief? Absolutely. But the real story, as it turns out, is in the quiet—and the hilarious, chaotic tales traded by other front desk warriors in the comments, each offering their own slice of hospitality life on the year’s wildest night.