I’m here in what has become my second home, Jackson, MS. The South is a pretty good place to be. People are really friendly, the food is good, and it’s a pretty easy going place. Here’s a couple observations from my days here so far this week.
Turn the Other Cheek
I was heading out the elevators on my way to work from the hotel. I heard the ‘ding’ of the elevators as I approached, so I sped up. As I came upon the elevators, there was a woman who was already inside. She made eye contact with me as I hurried to the elevator. She made no move to stop the doors as they were closing, no gesture that she was even going to try.
Grr.
So I hit the down button, hoping to get another elevator soon.
Lo and behold, the same elevator opened, the woman still standing in there, looking a little frazzled as she was searching her purse.
What she may not have remembered is that you need a key to go between floors in our hotel, and it was obvious that she didn’t know where hers was.
I triumphantly stepped into the elevator, pulled out my card and asked sweetly, ‘I’ve got my card, where do you need to go?’ She looked at me with thankful eyes and told me the floor number. I felt a little bad that I was mean to her in my head, because she was so grateful. But still, is it so hard to hold up the elevator for another person?
There’s No Sex In the Concierge Room
I’ve been to Jackson several times in the last couple months, and every time I come here I have access to the concierge lounge, since I have a frequent guest number for the hotel. Sadly, I’ve accumulated enough points to be a silver member.
Anyway, every time I come here I have problems getting into the room, pretty much everyone does. About half the people who try getting in have their keys fail on them. I’m sure people have complained, but it hasn’t changed. Before, there was this awesome lady that worked the room who would just let us in. She had even saved us some dessert one day.
This week, though, is a new guy (who we found out is actually the old guy), and if a keycard didn’t work, he would give you the first degree. He’d take down your room number, call down the front desk, make sure that you’re allowed in there. Not only that, but he would do it EVERY TIME. I was there one day, he told me that I should go to the main desk and get my card re-done. I came back the next day, and once again, it didn’t work. “Did you go down and get your card re-done?” Um, no. Then he rolled his eyes and wrote down some notes in his little notebook. Bah!
Later that night I got my keycard re-activated (I never had a problem with my hotel room, just the concierge lounge). We went up to try it again and it worked. He then became a totally different person, offering us dessert, telling he had just brewed some flavored coffee, wishing us a good night. I guess membership has its privileges.
I’m Old, but not THAT Old
This week we’re working with clients to test out the software, and I’m around doing some reports, but also to help out. I was working on some stuff, when I heard “Um, Miss Christine?” I half heard it, and didn’t react.
“Miss Christine?”
Waitaminute….is she talking to me?
I turned around and looked at the woman, who was looking at me.
“Uh, yeah?”
“Miss Christine, I have a question about something, can you help me out?”
Wow. That’s the first time I’ve been called Miss Christine. That was totally weird.
If You Dream It, They Will Fry
We went out to a restaurant in Jackson, where we had a nice light meal of homecut potato fries, deep fried sliced pickles, oyster po’ boys, muffalata and sweet tea. Our conversation was about how they pretty much deep fry anything in the south, from twinkies to okra to snickers bars.
As we were leaving, we saw a sign that pretty much explained almost every place we’ve gone to in Jackson - “If you can dream it, we can fry it!”
I believe it.
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