
Actually paid to sleep somewhere that turned out to be less compfy, private or clean than the bench in the park outside? Tell us all about it.
Or perhaps you'd like to boast about getting upgraded to a sea-view suite next door to Stevie Wonder, like my colleague keeps doing? Over and over...
( , Thu 27 Nov 2014, 9:36)
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Bitch wouldn't even look me in the eye when we crossed paths after that. One of the barmen told me that she'd been demoted from full manager to duty manager a few months previously, so she must have had form.
( , Thu 27 Nov 2014, 11:23, closed)
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