Awesome

Two totally sweet things happened tonight:
1. ABC came and brought me a free pizza! They wanted to leave some menus in the lobby and in exchange they offered me the pizza, which was delicious. Yeah! Stop wishing you were me!!
2. My boss called (I know, but this story does have a happy ending) and was yapping my ears into early retirement as usual when a man came up to the front desk. I kept trying to get her off the phone but that's as futile as trying to stuff a Portuguese man-of-war into an electrical outlet, so I was stuck. Needless to say, by the time I finally hung up, the man was gone. However, he was thoughtful enough to leave me a little note, which read: You just lost my business--we'll be staying elsewhere. Well, I'll admit I was completely floored...with delight. Who knew it was that easy to get rid of pesky customers?
Why, you might ask, do I not regret losing a potential sale? So many reasons, really. Patrons of this hotel typically suck worse than having to wear a colostomy bag, for one thing. These are people who are full of rage, but it isn't a healthy, dynamic red rage like I myself proudly possess. It is a nefarious rage. It is a rage without purpose or direction. They can't carry something that ugly and terrible around inside themselves for too long. And that is why they tend to carelessly release it--sometimes on their spouses (Lord help them), sometimes on that hooker they frequent, and sometimes on low-wage peons such as myself. During one of their tantrums, they might say something like: "Whoever cleaned my room this mornin' stole my expensive down pillow what I got at the Pottery Barn and I am personally gonna see to it that they pass a law in this state so that becomes a killin' offense." But what they mean is: "I am angry because I am only forty-five years old yet prompted by necessity to wear Depends undergarments. Since there's nothing I can do about that seeing as how God created me purely for his own amusement, I am going to unleash this dark weight in my soul upon you, hapless hotel clerk. Here, take it. Take my anger. That's right. Oh, I like it when you suffer. More. MORE!!"
At any rate, I'm sure the man who left me that note thought I was idly chatting away with a friend or something and got mad because he had to wait, but he is still a rude bastard and it was super sweet that he left so I didn't have to deal with any of his crap. Plus, may I add, like I care? This isn't my hotel, you malfunctioning catheter. I get paid whether you check in or not. I ain't workin' on commission. SNAP!
Oh, I know what you're thinking: Now the rest of my shift is going to be boring because I used up my awesomeness quota for the evening. We'll see, but hopefully you're wrong like you always are. Yeah! Free pizza baby!!