Green Beer, Bad Management, and the Night Audit From Hell: Surviving St. Patrick’s Day at the Chaotic Charriott
There are wild nights at hotels, and then there’s working the front desk of a swanky downtown property on St. Patrick’s Day—solo. Picture it: the city pulses with green-clad revelers, the bars burst at the seams, and by 2 a.m., the entire party stumbles straight toward your lobby. It's a recipe for mayhem, and for one unlucky night auditor, it would become the stuff of legend (and, eventually, sweet Reddit catharsis).
If you’ve ever wondered what it’s like to be the lone line of defense between a luxury hotel and an invading army of drunken club-goers, buckle up. This isn’t just a cautionary tale—it’s a masterclass in why hospitality workers deserve medals (and maybe hazard pay).