So this weekend there's a full moon (it was actually still visible in the sky as I was walking to work today), and I think it is making everything (including inanimate objects and people's bodies) act crazy.
Here's a rundown of my shift yesterday:
I arrive at 7am to be told we had someone stuck in the elevator for half an hour. We took that elevator out of service and will have it looked at on Monday. The guest apparently thought waiting for the PBX people to respond (30 minutes aint bad) meant we didn't care he was stuck. Ok...
7:15am. A guest comes up with her (late teenage, early 20s) daughter. Said daughter is wearing a tank top and has visible red marks all over her back. Uh oh, possible bed bugs. I call my boss, who says he'll be right in (it's his day off). We get the exterminator to come in, and I move the guest to a new room and give her some claritin. No bugs found. (I heard from her mom that she had to go to urgent care the next day to get some good-quality allergy meds, so we think she just reacted to something we use in our cleaning process....nice girl though, hope she's OK).
7:30am: Right as Boss-man shows up to deal with the bug issue (in t-shirt and shorts, and for a man who comes to work in a suit, that means he's basically in his jammies), the fire alarm goes off. I don't know where it's coming from, so I and the housekeepers start hearding people out the door.
Rather than actually getting their butts out the building, everyone and their brother starts calling the desk asking what's going on (a FIRE ALARM is going on, move your backsides people! You are keeping me from helping those who need it!) and one gets all huffy that they weren't "notified" (um...a fire alarm isn't notice enough?).
Turns out a sensor in the basement malfunctioned, which is what set off the alarm. On the upside, a few very happy little boys got to have their picture taken with firefighters in front of the fire truck.
The rest of the day was fairly normal but GEESH. That's a lot for the first hour.
Here's a rundown of my shift yesterday:
I arrive at 7am to be told we had someone stuck in the elevator for half an hour. We took that elevator out of service and will have it looked at on Monday. The guest apparently thought waiting for the PBX people to respond (30 minutes aint bad) meant we didn't care he was stuck. Ok...
7:15am. A guest comes up with her (late teenage, early 20s) daughter. Said daughter is wearing a tank top and has visible red marks all over her back. Uh oh, possible bed bugs. I call my boss, who says he'll be right in (it's his day off). We get the exterminator to come in, and I move the guest to a new room and give her some claritin. No bugs found. (I heard from her mom that she had to go to urgent care the next day to get some good-quality allergy meds, so we think she just reacted to something we use in our cleaning process....nice girl though, hope she's OK).
7:30am: Right as Boss-man shows up to deal with the bug issue (in t-shirt and shorts, and for a man who comes to work in a suit, that means he's basically in his jammies), the fire alarm goes off. I don't know where it's coming from, so I and the housekeepers start hearding people out the door.
Rather than actually getting their butts out the building, everyone and their brother starts calling the desk asking what's going on (a FIRE ALARM is going on, move your backsides people! You are keeping me from helping those who need it!) and one gets all huffy that they weren't "notified" (um...a fire alarm isn't notice enough?).
Turns out a sensor in the basement malfunctioned, which is what set off the alarm. On the upside, a few very happy little boys got to have their picture taken with firefighters in front of the fire truck.
The rest of the day was fairly normal but GEESH. That's a lot for the first hour.
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