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I had a day straight from the opening scenes of a B movie. Before I launch into the story, let me just say that the general manager of the hotel where I work is horrible. He makes things as miserable as he can for us at the restaurant. We lease the space from him and as part of the deal, we do the hotel's breakfast. He is terrible to his own employees. The front desk gets frigging cold this time of year because of the automatic sliding doors right next to it. He won't allow them to have a heater because it would "run up the electric bill" and he won't allow them to wear jackets because it's "tacky". That's the kind of person he is, not nice and not bright. He also said it was ok for today's guests to pull this particular stunt.
I was the first to see it. The kitchen leads to the back hallway which leads to the service elevator, so when I look back there, it's not usual to see people taking things to the elevator such as bins of clean sheets, sound equipment, or recently, the new TVs for the rooms. However, it was a tad unusual to see someone wheeling in a gurney with something suspiciously long and lumpy on it underneath a sheet.
The guy wheeling the gurney into the elevator looked up and saw me. Not wanting to mess with a guy who appeared to have a dead body, I just smiled and said "Hey" like I saw gurneys every day. He nodded, looking uncomfortable.
I ran to tell the breakfast chef (from now on, BC), "Hey, did you see the body?" The look on his face was priceless as I explained the gurney and the guy at the elevator, and of course he ran off to see. The guy was standing just outside the back door with his gurney trying to figure out what to do because it wouldn't fit in the elevator. BC shamelessly laughed and said, "Hey! That looks like a body!" The man hemmed and hawed and shrugged in a non-committal way and wouldn't say anything more, but the wind caught the sheet and started to pick it up and he grabbed it really fast to hold it down...he was wearing surgical gloves.
The next hour was full of speculation and being unsure what to do. The executive chef (EC) arrived in that time and BC was telling him about the body. I walked into the kitchen to find a wide-eyed BC exclaiming "It IS a body!!!! The GM rented out the ballroom to medical students who are going to dissect a cadaver!" EC: "Yeah, I thought you guys knew that." Heh. No, but that would have been nice to know in advance.
This is a million kinds of GROSS! There is a cadaver in the hotel ballroom and this isn't a problem?! Also, HOW did they get it up there since the gurney didn't fit in the elevator? How did they remove all of it once it was in pieces?!?! So many questions, and all of them disgusting. We have banquets in that room. The GM thought it was ok for a dead body to be dissected in a room where we serve food! I'm honestly torn about what to do. Is this even LEGAL? Do I report them, and to who? The medical group brought rolls of plastic to put down on the floor, but I don't trust that at all. Plastic tears, and that is a carpeted floor. You can't just mop it up! Maybe I've thought about it too long.
Meanwhile, the BC made jokes about liver and onions and the dishwasher and I talked about the zombie apocalypse starting with the cadaver upstairs.
I was the first to see it. The kitchen leads to the back hallway which leads to the service elevator, so when I look back there, it's not usual to see people taking things to the elevator such as bins of clean sheets, sound equipment, or recently, the new TVs for the rooms. However, it was a tad unusual to see someone wheeling in a gurney with something suspiciously long and lumpy on it underneath a sheet.
The guy wheeling the gurney into the elevator looked up and saw me. Not wanting to mess with a guy who appeared to have a dead body, I just smiled and said "Hey" like I saw gurneys every day. He nodded, looking uncomfortable. I ran to tell the breakfast chef (from now on, BC), "Hey, did you see the body?" The look on his face was priceless as I explained the gurney and the guy at the elevator, and of course he ran off to see. The guy was standing just outside the back door with his gurney trying to figure out what to do because it wouldn't fit in the elevator. BC shamelessly laughed and said, "Hey! That looks like a body!" The man hemmed and hawed and shrugged in a non-committal way and wouldn't say anything more, but the wind caught the sheet and started to pick it up and he grabbed it really fast to hold it down...he was wearing surgical gloves.
The next hour was full of speculation and being unsure what to do. The executive chef (EC) arrived in that time and BC was telling him about the body. I walked into the kitchen to find a wide-eyed BC exclaiming "It IS a body!!!! The GM rented out the ballroom to medical students who are going to dissect a cadaver!" EC: "Yeah, I thought you guys knew that." Heh. No, but that would have been nice to know in advance.
This is a million kinds of GROSS! There is a cadaver in the hotel ballroom and this isn't a problem?! Also, HOW did they get it up there since the gurney didn't fit in the elevator? How did they remove all of it once it was in pieces?!?! So many questions, and all of them disgusting. We have banquets in that room. The GM thought it was ok for a dead body to be dissected in a room where we serve food! I'm honestly torn about what to do. Is this even LEGAL? Do I report them, and to who? The medical group brought rolls of plastic to put down on the floor, but I don't trust that at all. Plastic tears, and that is a carpeted floor. You can't just mop it up! Maybe I've thought about it too long.
Meanwhile, the BC made jokes about liver and onions and the dishwasher and I talked about the zombie apocalypse starting with the cadaver upstairs.
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