I’m the author of this story. This story takes place about three months later in the same upscale spa in a five-star hotel.
Management has recently decided to overload all therapists with more bookings than we are legally allowed to do, with almost no turnaround time between clients, while constantly running out of supplies. As such, every single therapist is racing to get rooms set up for long and complex treatments.
On this particular day, I begin with a thirty-minute facial and a two-hour package afterward consisting of a foot bath, body scrub, body massage, and facial. I’ve managed to set everything up in with seconds to spare and take a deep breath to steady myself after such frantic running back and forth.
My moment complete, I head out to find my client.
Me: “Hello, [Client]. My name is [My Name], and I’ll be your therapist today. Are you ready to come in with me?”
She shifts her designer sunglasses and literally looks down her nose at me.
Client: “What is wrong with your voice?”
Me: “…I’m sorry?”
Client: “Your voice. I don’t like it. You sound breathy. Do you actually want me here, or should I come back another time?”
Me: “I’m so sorry, ma’am, I absolutely did not mean to come across that way. I have everything ready for your treatment, however, so if you’d like to follow me—”
Client: *Interrupting* “No, I don’t want you. I don’t like your voice. It’s too breathy. You don’t sound right.”
She looks me up and down with obvious contempt and points.
Client: “I only want this spa at its best, and it’s clearly not today if someone like you is here.”
Me: *Forcing a smile* “I’m sorry about that, ma’am. If you’re not comfortable with me, then you are free to speak with my manager.”
The client hightails it to the front desk and starts demanding her appointment be changed this instant. The manager explains that this is not possible, as we tend to book out a month in advance, this will mean a two-hour slot will be wasted, and her not liking my voice isn’t a valid reason. After all, I simply need to ask some basic questions such as allergies, etc., and then we don’t have to talk. Therefore, changing her appointment is really quite difficult and unreasonable.
To say the client is affronted would be an understatement; she looks as though someone has suggested she go bathe in garbage water.
Client: “That is unacceptable. I want my appointment changed now! I only have spa treatments every two weeks, and it’s important that I only get the best! This therapist…” *points to me* “…is clearly not the best.”
Manager: “Ma’am, her voice is not a valid reason to change your appointment so suddenly.”
Client: “Are you refusing to do what I want?!”
Manager: “Not exactly, but I’m just saying that it’s not—”
Client: “I want to talk to the manager!”
Manager: “Well, that would be me.”
I should point out that my manager is Mexican. The client is white.
Client: *In a tone of absolute revulsion* “You? Someone like you actually owns this place?!”
Manager: “…No, I don’t own the business.”
The client marches over to a seat and parks herself.
Client: “Fine. I’ll just wait here while you escalate my case to your superior!”
While she waits, two more women come in screaming about the hotel sauna being closed for cleaning, even though that has nothing to do with the spa, and the delightful woman from before starts commiserating with the newcomers about how incompetent we are, etc.
They go on more about my manager’s accent and so forth, pretty much being exactly the kind of people you’d cross the street to avoid. While I’m standing there questioning every single thing that has led me up to this point, the two sauna clients leave amid more shouting, and the first woman is told that the owner has agreed to switch her appointment.
Client: “About time. Don’t worry, I’m not going to make a complaint or anything!”
She is FINALLY gone, and the next thing I know, my manager is rounding on me.
Manager: “HOW COULD YOU LET THAT HAPPEN?!”
Me: “What are you saying?”
Manager: “You should have taken charge of that situation! You should have done more to reassure that woman! You should have done more to calm her down!”
At this point, I am barely holding back tears.
Me: “…she said my voice annoyed her. How was I supposed to calm her down when that was her issue? And she insulted me right to my face. I don’t want to deal with that kind of rudeness!”
Manager: “YOU SHOULD HAVE DONE MORE TO CALM HER DOWN! YOU SHOULDN’T HAVE LET HER GET THAT UPSET!”
Despite saying that she wouldn’t complain, the client called the head office to complain before she’d even left the building. As compensation for her unspeakable trauma, she received free products, free treatments, and free upgrades.
That was the beginning of the end for me. Thanks to this woman, all levels of management proceeded to chew me out throughout several meetings over multiple weeks over the incident, and they cut my hours as punishment for not “calming and communicating with the client”.
They were utterly shocked and furious when I left a few months later, and I have since left the beauty industry entirely thanks to that place.
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