| Feb. 10th, 2009 @ 01:00 am well. that happened. |
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apparently there will be no getting on with it just yet. saturday night at work, crazy happened. anyone who might be concerned about water cascading down walls of their house should stay away from me, is what i think you should take away from this tale.
i suspect it all started when the manager on duty went to bed, and i said "good night! let's hope i don't have to call and wake you up tonight!"
not more than ten minutes later, some people on second floor (who were already having a bad night, having been kept awake by the blue grass band that had set up in the second floor alcove) called to say there was water pouring down from the floor above. security (consisting of one man) went to investigate. turns out the kids in a room on third had left the water running in the tub. two rooms on second were pretty much unihabitable, as was the bedroom in the room above.
if only that was the whole story. heh. there was not one single room open to move the people in these rooms to. "things" were done, which i'm fairly sure i can't discuss here, to remedy that... partly. there were three entirely different noise issues, which i had to troop down and deal with myself each time, since the manager and the security force (which, you will recall, is just the one guy) were dealing with the source of the water and the resulting sogginess and irateness AND the room whose heat was stuck on 80deg, AND taking extra blankets to yet another room. once i had to explain that i was very sorry someone was being disturbed, but i simply was not going to duct tape the autistic child who was crying. once i had to explain to the band (who were quite good, actually), again, that some of our guests preferred not to hear music after midnight. and once i played pied piper to a room of people being louder than they thought ("it's all those two guys! they're the loud ones!" "well they're more than welcome to come to the lobby and be as loud as they want. we have comfy chairs there. i can take it.") who kept me company until three in the morning and who were perfectly nice about being told to shut up. as the three of us were calling maintenance and calling the GM (which i wish stood for "game master" but which, sadly, stands for "general manager") and fielding phone calls about everything imaginable ("yes, the restaurant opens at 7..." "sure, i can change your reservation!" "your room doesn't have power? i'll take care of that." (you think i'm joking, but i'm so not. yeah, as a matter of fact i CAN do anything, if i have to.) "yeah, mister GM who thinks he's funny, we have a new indoor water slide.") people wanted towels, which of course had been depleted, so i had to brave the housekeeping caves. after the first trip i gave up on the elevator and was just bounding up and down the stairs. two people wandered down at different times to get medicine for sick kids. oddly, each time that happened, the phones stopped ringing and there was no other interruption. those two episodes were possibly the most surreal of the night, somehow. i had so many room numbers in my head my short term memory was starting to crack, so i began writing them down and circled one note and managed to make it look like a cock and balls and found this WAY TOO FUNNY.
all told, the entire clusterfuckfest took about an hour and a half, maybe a bit less. it was the kind of invigorating in a twisted way. and then, abruptly, it was all over except the paperwork.
the first thing i said to the GM the next morning was, "i want nothing whatsoever to do with the floor repair in any of those rooms." heh. then, THENNNNNNNNNN, someone mentioned "floods, fire, plague!" i was aghast. whyyyyeeee! why would they dooooo that? naturally, someone else brought up locusts as i stood gaping.
damn locusts. |
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