4. Not the Hyatt
“Okay, so I work for an anime convention. There is an incredible amount of drama and rumors that go around; it is insane.
So this was a couple of years ago, and I happen to be waiting for an elevator with two girls who are talking about my convention’s future. It’s Sunday; it could be a ten- or fifteen-minute wait.
And one of them says, ‘Oh my god, I am soooo glad [convention] is moving back to the Hyatt next year!’
We weren’t. It wasn’t big enough to hold us anymore. And it’s always better to quash rumors before they have a chance to circulate too much. So I politely say, ‘Actually, it’s going to be here again.’
I get these obnoxious, know-it-all looks from both of them. One of them goes, ‘No, it’s not; I heard it from my friend on Security.’
Ohhh, so now it’s a ‘I know someone!’ game. But my boss is the owner of the convention; I have held hotel contracts for the next three years in my hands–I know where it will be held. But I don’t want to pull the ‘I know someone higher up than you’ move; that’s petty.
So instead I say, ‘Why don’t you email in and settle this for us?’
We’ve got the time, so she pulls out her phone, goes to our website, finds the contact page, and starts typing out an email. She hits send.
A few seconds later, my phone beeps. I’ve got a new email!
I open it; it’s clearly from her. It says, ‘[Convention] is moving back to the Hyatt next year, right?’
I type back, ‘No,’ and hit send.
Most satisfying ‘No’ by a long shot.”
