Going Postal in a Hotel!

A few days ago I lamented on the fact that a machine has taken the place of creepy morphodites that stand on the other side of the counter in my local post office. I noted that an employee showed me how to use the machine that will eventually be his replacement.

Tonight I write from Las Vegas where a clerk just showed me how to use the mandatory check in system at the hotel. You slide a credit card, punch some buttons and you get a key card and a receipt. Simple.

The machine needs no breaks, does not call in sick, does not need paid vacations or retirement. All it has to do is repel the spilled drink from the goof that thinks its a slot machine.

I told the guy that helped me navigate it, "Do you realize that by showing me how to use this machine you're destroying your own job?"

He said, "No, they still need someone to show you how to use it."

I said, "For now, but you can now be replaced with a sign and a bucket of sand."

He didn't like that, as it was a reality check counter to the crap his bosses have been spewing about the New Vegas Jobs. In a city built on service, with no real products, no real tangible anything, getting rid of the employees is a bad idea. Service jobs are the only jobs in town, and they pay well.

No more. The robots are taking over and it will lead to the town's undoing.