Perth - drivers and damned impertinent staff
I spent most of the day lounging about in bed, warding off the last of the cough/cold germs and the first of the stomach pains ones. All in all, a lazy but looooong day waiting until my departure to the airport. By the end of the day I feeling somewhat subpar and begun to worry with imposter syndrome. Would I look out of place at the Emirates lounge, would I feel out of place on board? All will be revealed ...
QT room was sensational as always, but the staff were snooty and pretty horrid. The only friendly and helpful staff member I encountered the whole stay was a kitchen hand who guided me out of the labyrinth after I somehow got the service elevator to kitchen instead of going to main entrance.
When I was leaving on Monday evening, there were two reception points, two staff, and one customer. I went to the free staff member, just as the other staff member joined him at his computer. She acknowledged me briefly saying We will be with you in a moment. I replied, I just want to borrow the stapler please.
She snapped back: Ma'am you will need to wait your turn! As you can see we are serving another customer.
Not chastised, I replied: Hmm I just thought one of you might be able to hand me the stapler sitting right in front of you.
She handed it over, let's say not with any grace.
Male staff member then said: By the way ma'am, your car and driver have arrived and are waiting for you outside. Haha, perfect timing. The look on her face.
My good man, Andy, was indeed waiting for me outside with his impeccable Holden Caprice. Stored my luggage, opened and closed the door for me (rear seat of course!). Unfortunately I missed the opportunity to take a photo of him and car waiting for me from inside the hotel.
Easy check in, and my doubts about fitting in began to evaporate. Everyone else in First/Business queues was in (very) leisure wear garb. By the time I made it to the lounge, I had moved on from feelings of inadequacy to being downright judgemental of my fellow travelers 😋
A group of blokes in their 50s resplendent in boardies, thongs and caps set the bar very low and then lowered it with their bad language and constant bellowing. How very not-first-class!
(Thankfully they didn't make it to the upper deck, so as Jo suggested via our text convo, they were probably in the lounge courtesy of fly-in fly-out earned Platinum status)
I was unusually restrained during the two hours, having one Verve and one wine trying to save myself for the top shelf fare on board. At last it was boarding time, and yes it was very cool being able to go directly to the upper floor walkway from the lounge.
QT room was sensational as always, but the staff were snooty and pretty horrid. The only friendly and helpful staff member I encountered the whole stay was a kitchen hand who guided me out of the labyrinth after I somehow got the service elevator to kitchen instead of going to main entrance.
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| Perth QT |
When I was leaving on Monday evening, there were two reception points, two staff, and one customer. I went to the free staff member, just as the other staff member joined him at his computer. She acknowledged me briefly saying We will be with you in a moment. I replied, I just want to borrow the stapler please.
She snapped back: Ma'am you will need to wait your turn! As you can see we are serving another customer.
Not chastised, I replied: Hmm I just thought one of you might be able to hand me the stapler sitting right in front of you.
She handed it over, let's say not with any grace.
Male staff member then said: By the way ma'am, your car and driver have arrived and are waiting for you outside. Haha, perfect timing. The look on her face.
My good man, Andy, was indeed waiting for me outside with his impeccable Holden Caprice. Stored my luggage, opened and closed the door for me (rear seat of course!). Unfortunately I missed the opportunity to take a photo of him and car waiting for me from inside the hotel.
Easy check in, and my doubts about fitting in began to evaporate. Everyone else in First/Business queues was in (very) leisure wear garb. By the time I made it to the lounge, I had moved on from feelings of inadequacy to being downright judgemental of my fellow travelers 😋
A group of blokes in their 50s resplendent in boardies, thongs and caps set the bar very low and then lowered it with their bad language and constant bellowing. How very not-first-class!
(Thankfully they didn't make it to the upper deck, so as Jo suggested via our text convo, they were probably in the lounge courtesy of fly-in fly-out earned Platinum status)
I was unusually restrained during the two hours, having one Verve and one wine trying to save myself for the top shelf fare on board. At last it was boarding time, and yes it was very cool being able to go directly to the upper floor walkway from the lounge.
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| Top floor walkway is mine, of course. (This pic is from Dubai) |
Glad you left the Hotel with a satisfying smile 😃. The idiots in Perth lounge were probably free loaders there due to their Premium status. What plebs! They have no idea what the elite first class are entitled to or expect! Standards should be upheld😇
ReplyDeleteDear Linda, I am sorry you had such a rotten stay in the Perth hotel, but I think as Maggie Smith said in one of English Dame styled films “Sadly, one is obliged to speak to the riff - raff at some time.” Couple more stories that may amuse and support. When James Galway, famous flautist, was asked how long it took him to get used to living in a Mayfair flat after bring brought up in a Belfast slum replied,”about three days!” Keith Richard when questioned about his mixing with the higher classes and their attitude to him said “I always tell them you have to be really rich to look as bad as this” Remember You always have your Penny Wong eyebrow raise! Glad you managed to your rightful “ensconcement” (natural surroundings) in FIRST class Cheers 🍷🥂🍹John.
ReplyDeleteI sincerely hope you had a long soak in that tub. I am forever delighted that you will never be successfully chastised, and laughed out loud at the speed of your transition from lacking confidence to totally judgey 😁😙
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