Back when I was a hardass freight-doggy, I got woken up on three occassions by some snot-nosed Kingair F/O kid furiously asking me why he hadn't gotten his 100 gallons of JET-JET-JET-A. Ok, not really, that only happened once. The other two were less irritating, but only slightly. That's the main danger...someone will mistake you for the line-dude. And as Bajthejino so eloquently stated, the correct answer is "Okey-dokey, sir, right away!" Then go back to sleep. Other than that, you're scot-free. Snooze rooms are there to be used, and it's first-come, first-served. Even God-Like Jet Captains don't get to kick anyone, however lowely, out of the snooze room. No, we're mostly left to wander the ramp like angry spirits, or raid the vending machine for high-calorie packaged foods which will encourage us to fart mightily in the TV-room with Fox News turned up to "11" and die of a heart attack at 50, as befits our God-like status. Seriously, don't worry about it. We're all Peasants when it comes to the snooze-room. IMS, the snooze room at OPF is tiny and weird and has a shower in a weird place, and is mostly inhabited by Flight Express ne'er do-wells. Just hide your valuables, and you should do fine.