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There are a grand total of four rooms out of order tonight at the Dumpsterfire Inn. Two are because of bed bugs, which really can't be helped. They come in on the guests and proliferate once they're here, and that's that. Bed bugs can afflict anyone from the loftiest Waldorf-Astoria on down to the lowliest Super 8.
However, we also have two rooms out of commission because of animal damage and piss that may or may not come out of the carpet. We have baking soda down and are hopeful that between that and the carpet shampooer we're calling in tomorrow, we'll be able to get the smell down to tolerable levels. One of the rooms is a smoking rooms, and your really hardcore smokers have reached the point that they wouldn't smell it if a sewage treatment plant exploded, so what's a little cat piss?
Who was in the rooms, you ask? Well, there was a family, who arrived with their three dogs a couple of weeks ago and who, over the course of their stay, acquired two cats and a passel of hamsters. They're homeless, and the notion that their homelessness should not be inflicted on animals has not quite sunken in. They were thrown out of one of our properties, came here, and were in the process of going to another when the manager of our neighboring property caught wind of that and forbade it.
I rather wish that manager ran this place, because to hear it, the place ran like clockwork when she did. But when it reverted back to the woman who runs it now, it went swiftly to hell and settled there.
That confirms what I've long suspected, that if I worked at any other property but this one, life would be considerably less miserable. Bad management makes a world of difference.
Anyway, while we attempt to fix the damage from those two rooms where the animals were, we continue to suffer through the presence of our resident hobo. I believe I've mentioned him before -- the guy who is blind and on dialysis and lives in his own roach-infested filth. I'm actually calling adult protective services on him tomorrow because I've had enough and I've only worked here a month. When he's gone, we're going to have to strip his room down to the bricks and start over.
Which leads to the only part of this post that might be considered amusing. We're required by our brand to put in an exercise room. Considering that we're going to have to strip that guy's room, I suggested to the manager from the neighboring motel to put it there. She said we can't because it's going in a room that was trashed over the winter. Why was it trashed over the winter? A local lady met up with a gentleman from a couple of hours away in that room on Valentine's Day night, but when he couldn't get it up for her, she proceeded to trash the room, to the point of slashing the carpet, and using the standing lamp to bash holes in the walls and headboard. She slung red fingernail polish all over the room and all over herself trying to claim the man had assaulted her, and the grand finale came when she was shrieking at the man in the lobby about the whole ordeal. She was wearing nothing but a lace teddy at the time, and it was close to 0F outside at the time. Afterward, we patched up the room and have been limping along with it ever since, waiting to turn it into the gym.
I know this post is long and disjointed, but I don't know how else to tell a story when you look at the vast hanging cloud of incompetence and mismanagement hovering over this place.
However, we also have two rooms out of commission because of animal damage and piss that may or may not come out of the carpet. We have baking soda down and are hopeful that between that and the carpet shampooer we're calling in tomorrow, we'll be able to get the smell down to tolerable levels. One of the rooms is a smoking rooms, and your really hardcore smokers have reached the point that they wouldn't smell it if a sewage treatment plant exploded, so what's a little cat piss?
Who was in the rooms, you ask? Well, there was a family, who arrived with their three dogs a couple of weeks ago and who, over the course of their stay, acquired two cats and a passel of hamsters. They're homeless, and the notion that their homelessness should not be inflicted on animals has not quite sunken in. They were thrown out of one of our properties, came here, and were in the process of going to another when the manager of our neighboring property caught wind of that and forbade it.
I rather wish that manager ran this place, because to hear it, the place ran like clockwork when she did. But when it reverted back to the woman who runs it now, it went swiftly to hell and settled there.
That confirms what I've long suspected, that if I worked at any other property but this one, life would be considerably less miserable. Bad management makes a world of difference.
Anyway, while we attempt to fix the damage from those two rooms where the animals were, we continue to suffer through the presence of our resident hobo. I believe I've mentioned him before -- the guy who is blind and on dialysis and lives in his own roach-infested filth. I'm actually calling adult protective services on him tomorrow because I've had enough and I've only worked here a month. When he's gone, we're going to have to strip his room down to the bricks and start over.
Which leads to the only part of this post that might be considered amusing. We're required by our brand to put in an exercise room. Considering that we're going to have to strip that guy's room, I suggested to the manager from the neighboring motel to put it there. She said we can't because it's going in a room that was trashed over the winter. Why was it trashed over the winter? A local lady met up with a gentleman from a couple of hours away in that room on Valentine's Day night, but when he couldn't get it up for her, she proceeded to trash the room, to the point of slashing the carpet, and using the standing lamp to bash holes in the walls and headboard. She slung red fingernail polish all over the room and all over herself trying to claim the man had assaulted her, and the grand finale came when she was shrieking at the man in the lobby about the whole ordeal. She was wearing nothing but a lace teddy at the time, and it was close to 0F outside at the time. Afterward, we patched up the room and have been limping along with it ever since, waiting to turn it into the gym.
I know this post is long and disjointed, but I don't know how else to tell a story when you look at the vast hanging cloud of incompetence and mismanagement hovering over this place.
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What is the matter with some people!?!
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