I was really hoping to sweep the 108 situation under the rug as an isolated event, but clearly I was wrong.
When my alarm when off at 10:38 this morning, I rolled over to shut my phone off and check my texts, just like I do every morning. Like always, I had eBay and Living Social waiting in my inbox, and a surprise text from my coworker.
"OMG! Call me here @ work."
I never called her, I figured it was another one of her exaggerated wastes-of-my-time.
I went about my day as usual, thinking nothing of the text. But when I walked into work at 2:57pm I immediately noticed something had gone wrong. The lock on the wooden door the back office had been smashed to pieces; literally, there were pieces of wood strewn everywhere. The largest chunk had been set aside, along with the locking apparatus, but shards of wood were stuck in the carpet despite an obvious attempt at vacuuming.
Apparently, the crazy lesbians in Rm 108 had some sort of domestic dispute early this morning. It started inside their room where they broke a mirror. At some point one crazy lesbian thought it would be a good idea to run to the lobby. She ran behind the desk where the morning guy tried to restrain her, but she locked herself in the back office before he could do anything. The second crazy lesbian also ran behind the desk, morning guy tried yet again to restrain her but he was pushed down and crazy lesbian #2 broke down the door trying to get to CL#1. Morning guy called the cops, CL#2 was arrested and CL#1 was escorted off the property by the city's finest.
The broken mirror in the room was cleaned up and replaced, and thankfully the door they broke isn't ancillary to business functions so it won't hurt that the repair will have to wait a while. It appeared that the dust had settled by the time I got to work, until about 4:30 when a representative of the State Department of Human Resources called asking to speak to CL#2. I informed her that said guest was no longer registered, and she demanded that I surrender any and all contact info. I gave her the number to the police station. She immediately recognized the number and told me to "stop fooling around." I really didn't appreciate her tone or her attitude or the fact that she expected it to be MY responsibility to maintain detailed records of past guests' whereabouts all times. As nicely as I could, I informed her that CL#2 would never be allowed as a guest here and I requested that her office stop calling this establishment regarding CL#2. She hung up. Fuck you, state worker lady. I have better things to do.
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The good news, after the shithole that is today, is that the lovely gentlemen of Delong Construction are back! So far it's just two guys, but they're the foremen and this isn't unusual. I expect their minions to join them within the next two weeks, thus officially marking the start of construction season. After all this crazy lesbian nonsense, I'm REALLY looking forward to having these guys back. All they care about is that they have a place to shower and have their beer, not to mention they're fun as shit during check-in. Gotta love summer.
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http://news.travel.aol.com/2011/04/20/bert-kreischer-the-worlds-worst-hotel-guest/
There should be more people doing this, and shame on the article's writer. He's the BEST guest ever, and I would be ever so humbled to have him as my guest. HILARITY.
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