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Ok, some god, or series of gods, really has it out for me this week! It's like retribution for all the stuff that DIDN'T go wrong last week. Don't have a long list from tonight, just 1 long idiot occurrence that drove me crazy.
Ok, so, I get into work tonight at my usual time (10pm), and everything looks quiet, so I assume the day went ok, right?
I think not. I hear the story about SC, who was up in one of our rooms, and is all sorts of shady. First, they thought he had checked out...room was empty, was due to leave, etc., so we cleaned his room and opened the safe in there. This is no big deal, we do it all the time, since if you've left your belongings in the safe, we assume you'd like them back some day, so we log and store them. Well, they open the safe and find SC's belongings in the form of a crack pipe and a Gatorade lid with a crack rock inside it. 
O....kay...?
So, all sorts of cluster fuckery start coming out about this guy, and it's just one thing after another at this point. He checked in a few days ago, and said he was with a large corporation...and they charged his room and tax to a master bill (basically a big credit fund that charges back to a company account). He then proceeds to charge over $1000 of food and beverage stuff to his room, but they didn't get an incidentals credit card, so there's nothing that's paying for this! Steeeeeeeeeeeeeerike two!
Then...get this...the guy comes back, and gets angry that we've now opened his safe and been in his room! Well, it's ok, we found crack in the room, so let's all play the guessing game. Do we:
A) Stall him while the police come out to make the arrest
B) Apologize and tell him never to set foot on our property again
C) Give him everything back, including the drugs
If you've been reading my posts lately, I think you all know that the correct answer to this quiz is "DEAR GOD WHY THE SHIT WOULD YOU DO THAT!?!?!?"
You got it right...our overboss actually...gave them...crack...back. This is what I hear coming into work tonight. Of course, now he's locked out and we want him to come back so we can arrest him for the $1000 he owes us, but...well...
All those, all at once. I'm a bit dumbfounded, but I did something I knew I shouldn't have, I actually uttered the words "We'll probably never see him again." I could just hear irony rearing its ugly head at me the moment I opened my goddamned mouth, because not 15 minutes later, he comes back...and now, he has a friend: a tiny, twig-like crack-whore of a woman who looks like she's seen the inside of about 2 dozen rehab centers. *shudder* So we call the cops, and I go with the option we should've gone with originally...we stall the fuck out of him, and the police catch up to us right as we finally get back to their room. Now, I've had a gun pointed at me 3 times in my life, all 3 times, I wasn't the one being aimed at...but that doesn't change the fact that I still get a little jittery, so when I had to jump away to get out from between Druggie and the Police, I wasn't in the best of moods any more. Thankfully, I also have some constitution...so it only took about a minute to regain my composure. I could've used a smoke though, and I don't smoke!
Anyway...things don't get too fun from there...the crack whore won't sit, so they make her sit (none too nicely, but she earned it
), and she then reverts to screaming the dreaded C-Word over and over until she buys herself a trip to prison. The guy was smart enough to get rid of the drugs, so there's no getting him there, but we get him on the room charge...until someone shows up and pays it. So he got to go free.
Jackass tried to claim he was part of the Hells Angels though and said that his friends would pay us a visit soon. Thing is, after you meet a real Hells Angel, you know that the type of person in that group doesn't need to say who they are. A real Hells Angel wears his mark like a badge, and anyone who doesn't have one isn't one...since pretending and getting that type of mark would probably get you killed.
How do these people find me? I swear, this is a nice hotel, we shouldn't even have to deal with half the crap that happens here on a weekly basis, yet it just seems to come out of the framework every single time I work. These things almost never happen when I'm on vacation, or I won't be in later that night.
I think the universe hates me.
Ok, so, I get into work tonight at my usual time (10pm), and everything looks quiet, so I assume the day went ok, right?
I think not. I hear the story about SC, who was up in one of our rooms, and is all sorts of shady. First, they thought he had checked out...room was empty, was due to leave, etc., so we cleaned his room and opened the safe in there. This is no big deal, we do it all the time, since if you've left your belongings in the safe, we assume you'd like them back some day, so we log and store them. Well, they open the safe and find SC's belongings in the form of a crack pipe and a Gatorade lid with a crack rock inside it. O....kay...?So, all sorts of cluster fuckery start coming out about this guy, and it's just one thing after another at this point. He checked in a few days ago, and said he was with a large corporation...and they charged his room and tax to a master bill (basically a big credit fund that charges back to a company account). He then proceeds to charge over $1000 of food and beverage stuff to his room, but they didn't get an incidentals credit card, so there's nothing that's paying for this! Steeeeeeeeeeeeeerike two!
Then...get this...the guy comes back, and gets angry that we've now opened his safe and been in his room! Well, it's ok, we found crack in the room, so let's all play the guessing game. Do we:
A) Stall him while the police come out to make the arrest
B) Apologize and tell him never to set foot on our property again
C) Give him everything back, including the drugs
If you've been reading my posts lately, I think you all know that the correct answer to this quiz is "DEAR GOD WHY THE SHIT WOULD YOU DO THAT!?!?!?"
You got it right...our overboss actually...gave them...crack...back. This is what I hear coming into work tonight. Of course, now he's locked out and we want him to come back so we can arrest him for the $1000 he owes us, but...well... All those, all at once. I'm a bit dumbfounded, but I did something I knew I shouldn't have, I actually uttered the words "We'll probably never see him again." I could just hear irony rearing its ugly head at me the moment I opened my goddamned mouth, because not 15 minutes later, he comes back...and now, he has a friend: a tiny, twig-like crack-whore of a woman who looks like she's seen the inside of about 2 dozen rehab centers. *shudder* So we call the cops, and I go with the option we should've gone with originally...we stall the fuck out of him, and the police catch up to us right as we finally get back to their room. Now, I've had a gun pointed at me 3 times in my life, all 3 times, I wasn't the one being aimed at...but that doesn't change the fact that I still get a little jittery, so when I had to jump away to get out from between Druggie and the Police, I wasn't in the best of moods any more. Thankfully, I also have some constitution...so it only took about a minute to regain my composure. I could've used a smoke though, and I don't smoke!
Anyway...things don't get too fun from there...the crack whore won't sit, so they make her sit (none too nicely, but she earned it
), and she then reverts to screaming the dreaded C-Word over and over until she buys herself a trip to prison. The guy was smart enough to get rid of the drugs, so there's no getting him there, but we get him on the room charge...until someone shows up and pays it. So he got to go free.Jackass tried to claim he was part of the Hells Angels though
and said that his friends would pay us a visit soon. Thing is, after you meet a real Hells Angel, you know that the type of person in that group doesn't need to say who they are. A real Hells Angel wears his mark like a badge, and anyone who doesn't have one isn't one...since pretending and getting that type of mark would probably get you killed. How do these people find me? I swear, this is a nice hotel, we shouldn't even have to deal with half the crap that happens here on a weekly basis, yet it just seems to come out of the framework every single time I work. These things almost never happen when I'm on vacation, or I won't be in later that night.
I think the universe hates me.
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