So I was in the back office today getting ready to do my bank run and grab a bite to eat. CW was on the phone taking a reservation. I heard some pops and noticed the breakroom looked a bit smokey. I figured CW was popping popcorn or something so I went back to turn off the microwave...
...except the microwave wasn't running, and the socket the A/C was plugged into was sparking and smoking.
I turned off the A/C. Outlet was still sparking. I unplugged the A/C. Outlet was still sparking, and flames started shooting out.
I grabbed a nearby towel and shoved it against the socket to try and smother the flames.
Me: "CW! We have a fire! Call 911 now!"
CW: "Just a minute!"
Me: "No 'just a minute'! There is an electrical fire in the breakroom call the fire department right now!"
I grabbed my radio.
Me: *on the radio* "Maint Man, I need you to shut off the electricity to the breakroom. We have a fire. Go turn it off immediately."
CW handed me an extinguisher and her eyes went wide when I pulled the towel away and flames shot out. I used the extinguisher on the fire and stopped the flames.
Me: *on the radio* "Maint Man, we have an electrical fire in the breakroom. I need the power off right now!"
*radio silence*
CW: "The fire department wants us to evacuate. Oh God."
Me: "Calm down. Print off a guest list and start calling rooms. I'm going to move my car [parked right outside the door to the breakroom] so the firefighters can have better access. I'm taking the radio. Call out whatever rooms don't pick up and I'll check them."
Maint Man: *walking up to office* "You called?"
Me: "There is an electrical fire and I need the power cut to the breakroom right now."
Maint Man:
*runs off to find the breaker*
(And no, the fire didn't trip the breaker. You would think it would have, but it didn't.)
After I move my car:
CW: *over the radio* "I called Boss Lady and she said to do an incident report."
Me: "No f***king shit I need to do an incident report! Have you called all the rooms yet?!?"
CW: "Um...some people aren't picking up."
Me: "Which. Rooms. Tell me specific numbers. Now."
I went and checked all the rooms that didn't answer, and we got the building evac-ed. Fire Dept came and determined that we had managed to put out the fire completely and gave us the all-clear. CW was overwhelmed and freaking out and I had to basically calm her down and break things into simple steps for her because otherwise she shuts down when she gets like that.
While we were mopping up and waiting for an electrician to arrive, a fax arrived. Now to back up a little bit: GSRs who are bored (who have spare time) are supposed to do quality checks ("secret shops") on other properties. You basically call to make a reservation and grade the GSR at the property you are calling, then fax them a feedback form when you are done.
The reservation CW was taking when the fire broke out? It was a secret shop. There were a few notes at the beginning of the page, and at the bottom in the comments section:
"She was doing great till you guys had a fire at the property. Hope everything is ok!"
I just burst out laughing so hard CW had to grab me a tissue. I can only imagine the GSR at the other property overhearing me shouting at CW and what it must have been from their perspective on the other end of the phone. The more I think about it, the more it amuses me.
I mean, you can't plan that. That was the funniest secret shop we'd ever gotten. (There was no score, just the comment. How would you score that?!)
I took the feedback page, put it in a plastic frame, and displayed it above our now-fried A/C unit. I spent the rest of the day giggling about it.
...except the microwave wasn't running, and the socket the A/C was plugged into was sparking and smoking.
I turned off the A/C. Outlet was still sparking. I unplugged the A/C. Outlet was still sparking, and flames started shooting out.
I grabbed a nearby towel and shoved it against the socket to try and smother the flames.
Me: "CW! We have a fire! Call 911 now!"
CW: "Just a minute!"
Me: "No 'just a minute'! There is an electrical fire in the breakroom call the fire department right now!"
I grabbed my radio.
Me: *on the radio* "Maint Man, I need you to shut off the electricity to the breakroom. We have a fire. Go turn it off immediately."
CW handed me an extinguisher and her eyes went wide when I pulled the towel away and flames shot out. I used the extinguisher on the fire and stopped the flames.
Me: *on the radio* "Maint Man, we have an electrical fire in the breakroom. I need the power off right now!"
*radio silence*
CW: "The fire department wants us to evacuate. Oh God."
Me: "Calm down. Print off a guest list and start calling rooms. I'm going to move my car [parked right outside the door to the breakroom] so the firefighters can have better access. I'm taking the radio. Call out whatever rooms don't pick up and I'll check them."
Maint Man: *walking up to office* "You called?"
Me: "There is an electrical fire and I need the power cut to the breakroom right now."
Maint Man:
*runs off to find the breaker*(And no, the fire didn't trip the breaker. You would think it would have, but it didn't.)
After I move my car:
CW: *over the radio* "I called Boss Lady and she said to do an incident report."
Me: "No f***king shit I need to do an incident report! Have you called all the rooms yet?!?"
CW: "Um...some people aren't picking up."
Me: "Which. Rooms. Tell me specific numbers. Now."
I went and checked all the rooms that didn't answer, and we got the building evac-ed. Fire Dept came and determined that we had managed to put out the fire completely and gave us the all-clear. CW was overwhelmed and freaking out and I had to basically calm her down and break things into simple steps for her because otherwise she shuts down when she gets like that.
While we were mopping up and waiting for an electrician to arrive, a fax arrived. Now to back up a little bit: GSRs who are bored (who have spare time) are supposed to do quality checks ("secret shops") on other properties. You basically call to make a reservation and grade the GSR at the property you are calling, then fax them a feedback form when you are done.
The reservation CW was taking when the fire broke out? It was a secret shop. There were a few notes at the beginning of the page, and at the bottom in the comments section:
"She was doing great till you guys had a fire at the property. Hope everything is ok!"
I just burst out laughing so hard CW had to grab me a tissue. I can only imagine the GSR at the other property overhearing me shouting at CW and what it must have been from their perspective on the other end of the phone. The more I think about it, the more it amuses me.I mean, you can't plan that. That was the funniest secret shop we'd ever gotten. (There was no score, just the comment. How would you score that?!)
I took the feedback page, put it in a plastic frame, and displayed it above our now-fried A/C unit. I spent the rest of the day giggling about it.




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