Confessions From the Front Desk: 3 Years, 80-Hour Weeks, and the Wildest Hotel Guests I’ll Never Miss
After three grueling years as the gatekeeper of a bustling university hotel, I’m packing up my name tag and bidding farewell to the front desk for good. And let me tell you: if you think working at a hotel is all free breakfasts and polite bellhops, you’re in for a reality check that’s wilder than a Saturday night in the conference room.
But before I clock out forever, I’m sharing the stories I wish someone had warned me about on day one. If you’ve ever wondered what really goes on behind that polite smile—or if you’ve ever thought about giving your hotel receptionist a hard time—read on. This is my tell-all from the trenches.