I wasn’t exactly sure where to put this thread, maybe Social Sciences would have been better. I suppose some would have this thread relegated to Mundane Babble, but I think the subject and context will end up being just a little better than that, if not much better.
Anyway, one thing I have found is that being bureaucratic can often be very entertaining and rewarding if you are throwing the book at someone because you seriously dislike them or they are a hinderance to your well-being.
I suppose a good example of this would be the other day when I had a guest meet someone to go out to dinner and they met in the lobby of the hotel. The person the guest was meeting for dinner straight told me to **** myself for no good reason whatsoever. All that I did was I had this person come into the lobby and plop down on one of the sofas and the person doesn’t even say anything when I give a customary greeting. So, the guy’s sitting there for about five minutes and I ask him if he needs any help with anything and for no reason at all he tells me to fuck myself.
He and the guest go out to dinner and the guest comes back and goes back up to her room. Apparently, she borrowed his cell phone for whatever reason and he forgot to get it back from her so he comes in about an hour later and asks what room she is in?
“I’m sorry, sir, what room who is in?”
“What room Rebecca is in, I’m expecting an important call and I need my goddamn phone.”
“I apologize sir, but it is the Regulation of ************ Hotel that you are going to have to do a little bit better than, ‘Rebecca,’ as I am certain you understand, there are many people named Rebecca and I cannot go around wantonly calling rooms based upon just a first name. Would you know Rebecca’s last name?”
“No, I don’t know her last name. I was going to tap it, but it turns out she’s a bitch, I just need my fucking phone, what room is she in?”
“Unfortunately, sir, it is the policy of *********** hotels that we not disclose the room number of a guest regardless of whether or not the person asking knows the first and last name. What I can do, however, is call the guest’s room and ask if I may send you up.”
…five seconds passes
“Why aren’t you calling the room?!”
“Whose room?”
“Rebecca’s fucking room!”
“I must reiterate, sir, that it is the policy of *********** hotels that we may not wantonly harass our guests simply because someone is looking for them and happens to know the guest’s first name. Unfortunately, at this time–”
“Wait a minute, you were here earlier, you saw me leave with her! You little fucking shit, you fucking know exactly who I am talking about and exactly what fucking room she is in–”
“Sir, please allow me to assure you that vulgarities will simply not alter the situation in which we find ourselves. I would certainly hate for it to be made necessary for me to ask you to leave the premises, however, if you continue to use such profanity in a public area, I am afraid that I may have no alternative.”
“What am I supposed to do then?”
“I don’t know, sir.”
“Hey, why don’t you just let me use your phone to call my cell phone and hopefully she will answer it?”
“Why, what an excellent idea, I never thought of that!”
Anyway, the guy got his cell phone back because she answered it. She later came down for some coffee and informed me that she found him to be a complete asshole.
The point that I am getting at here is that if you take someone who is a total prick it can be rewarding on so many different levels to be in a position of authority over that person and go by the letter of the book. It is this fact, however, that leads me to believe that it may be that the majority of bureaucrats may simply suffer from some kind of inferiority complex and deliberately seek positions of authority in order to serve some sort of need they have for power and that they may dislike people in general regardless of whether or not any specific person has done anything to them personally.
Because if that guy was a really nice guy, I’d have just phoned the room and said, “The gentleman that was with you earlier is down here and believes he may have left his cell phone with you. Should I send him up, or would you like to meet him down here?”
Essentially, the hard time I gave that guy (because he is an asshole) is only a fraction of the hard time that a true bureaucrat gives everybody.
Thoughts?
EDIT: The individual in question was not actually named Rebecca, for privacy and security purposes, I have not even provided the correct first name of the guest in question.