So whoever the patron saint of hotel workers is is looking out for me tonight.  I just came within 30 seconds of sending someone up to a room with someone sleeping in it. At 2:30am.  But I caught it in time.  In other news, my coworker is DEAD the next time I see him.  And then the only room I had for them smells like stale feet so I took $100 off their rate (and we’re so packed that that’s still well over our usual rate) and gave them febreeze and I feel so bad because I told them I had a room for them and instead they got.  Stale feet smell.