Apocalypse

I thought you might like to know that 211's mother just called and cussed me out improper (I say improper because no one does it proper except for myself). It was basically a long, ugly stream of "How dare you ruin my daughter's trip!" and "I don't give a s**t where the manager is, she's on call for the hotel as far as I'm concerned so you'd better get a hold of her RIGHT NOW" and "How would you like it if you were on vacation and you had to keep changing rooms? You wouldn't like it at all" and of course "I stay at hotels all the time and nothing like this has ever happened because at other hotels they actually care about their customers and making things right for them" and on and on and ON. But the best part was when I kept my head and explained the situation as calmly as possible, which caused the mother to abruptly change her tune and apologize for her nasty outburst. (NOTE TO READER: I'm not joking. Don't ask me how this happened because I don't understand it either.) She even went so far as to say she was going to call Jackie in the morning and tell her what a wonderful employee I am.
Naturally, this odd turn of events gives me pause, and now I'm pretty sure some kind of Rapture is imminent. I mean, come on--GB helping some undeserving a**hole to the point where they can't stop singing her praises is the first sign of the Apocalypse, is it not?
At any rate, you need to start loadin' up them nuclear shelters now--strap yourselves in and hold on tight because when the Day of the Locust comes and the Rain of Fire starts falling, you are not going to be able to say I didn't warn you.