Don't fuck with me or Michael or I'll....I'll tell on you

Well, I decided it was time to practice what I preach, so I called the Las Vegas Hilton today. I told them off the hocking bellman, suitcase abandoning valet, and all other persons who might of infracted some insult to us. Actually, I did it more for Michael, rather his piece of mind. I know he would never do such a thing as call and complain or write a letter. I assume that's because it's "such" a girl thing to do. Don't get me wrong, I wanted to beat the shit out of that fucking bellman. I'm glad I wasn't there to witness it or I might have.

First I called for rates for an upcoming trip. As I was receiving the rates I told the lady I had a few complements and complaints. I find if you balance out the bad news with the good news people are more apt to try and fix the negative things. Plus, nobody should have a job where people complain and yell at you all day. So she transferred me to the Assistant Hotel Manager. I was impressed. Maybe they would take my thoughts about their hotel and service seriously.

I explained what had happened. I also told him that I know they were overrun with all the people from the National Rodeo Finals, but that there was no excuse for such behavior. He agreed and I went on. At the end of the conversation he assured me he would deal with the inappropriate behavior and reward the above and beyond behavior. He also asked me if we would consider returning to the hotel. He said the next time we travel there to give him a call in advance and he would set aside an extra special room for us and make sure our trip was everything we wanted it to be. I was pleasantly surprised and felt satisfied. I hung up by thanking him for his time. Hmmm....will satisfaction be mine? Probably not, but I felt like I did something to avenge Michael. I know that sounds silly, but I think that's why I did it.

I have always used words to work my way out of uncomfortable situations. I try hard to examine every problem objectively. I'm proud of the fact that I can disfuse volatile situations by using my mind rather than my fists. On some occasions it takes all the strength and will power I have not to act physically, but I manage. I think people expect that kind of behavior from women on the whole. Can you imagine what kind of chaos would have ensued if I did beat the hell out of that guy? I mean a guy decking another guy is no biggie, but when a girl does it...watch out!

There is this huge double standard for women out there. Some women play right into it. In my opinion they deserve what they get. I think it's women like that though that bother me more than any other. They are the ones that make me have to prove my baseball knowledge, Christmas light hanging abilities, and general tasks that males do every day. I could go on and on, but I have already gone askew.

The point is that nothing will ever change no matter who you are if you don't talk about it. People don't know that they are doing offensive things, hurting you, or causing you stress unless you communicate with them. Sometimes that's hard. For me, it's not so hard. As Michael's wife (errr....I hate calling myself that) it is my responsibility to communicate for him if he is unable, beaten down, or confused about how to do it. So I did. I know I didn't do anything spectacular by calling, but I did something. I didn't let it go. It's not o.k. to treat anyone the way we were treated. If calling helps in no other way, I hope you never have to hear someone hocking at your luggage.

Call me I'll be in the penthouse at the Hilton...