One-Shots

Room Service

It's not the worst job, they told you.

It's easy, they said.

"It's just like fast food, but in a fancy hotel!" your boss explained.

Take the order over the phone, read back what you wrote on your notepad, confirm, pass the order to the kitchen, get the drinks ready, deliver it to their room, and make sure they are satisfied.

Sometimes the guest asks that you leave the food outside and knock on the door.

Those were your favorite customers.

Most the time, the guests inspected the food for what felt like a million years, only to tell you they are allergic to something.

The menu has the ingredients listed.

Why didn't you say that over the phone; before it was being made?

Occasionally you got tips, which was a bonus.

But you were a kind person. It was often hard to split five dollars among a kitchen full of twelve cooks.

You tried, regardless.

Occasionally, you'd get the big bucks. This wasn't exactly a cheap hotel.

The upper suites rarely ordered room service because they always went out to the top end restaurants.

Oh boy, when they did, it was crazy. At least a fifty dollar tip.

You couldn't imagine just giving a fifty dollar bill to a complete stranger for simply talking to them on the phone and getting food from them.

Maybe the world was more complex than you thought.

Either way, this was a job. It wasn't your dream job, but it paid the bills.

You had seen some tragic career paths in your time. You used to work at a call center for a cable company, for fucks sake.

There was nothing that brought you more heartache than an extremely angry customer screaming in your ear for twenty minutes--for having an extra five dollar charge on their cable bill.

A five dollar charge that happened when they rented a movie.

How do you accidentally rent a movie? It asks you like five times if you want to confirm your purchase.

You shook your head at the thought.

You still had to pour the champagne and get the silverware ready. This cart was still pretty empty.

"(Y/N) can you stay a little late tonight? Kelly called out," Daniel, your manager, asked you as you wheeled your cart into the hall. "She sounded kind of funny. She either had her boyfriend call out for her, or she has one hell of a cold."

You laughed a little. "Yeah, but I have an exam to cram for, so I can't stay past nine," you nodded as you pressed the elevator button.

"No prob, I have Rick coming in at seven to cover the rest of her shift," he flipped through his phone hurriedly.

"Cool," you ended the conversation quickly as you entered the giant metal contraption.

Floor 12.

Master suite.

Why were you nervous all of a sudden?

You sighed. You were always nervous when it came to the uppermost floors. All those rich people were only nice half of the time.

Sometimes they gave you creepy vibes.

You only liked standing in the halls, because they had cameras.