Wherein Uncle Khiras Approaches Critical Mass

[KhirasHY]

After spending a day or so in between doctors, they said I don't have a hernia, but it's probably a muscle strain or tear in my abdomen...which still doesn't feel right to me since the pain's gotten a bit worse, but I go back for a follow-up in a few days. Got some pain killers to help with the worst of it. Not in a great mood about it, but we'll see...if it doesn't get better, or gets worse, then I go back to the ER for a 2nd opinion...

[MoonCat]

I've never had one before, but I looked up a lot of info, and I'm 99% sure that it's a hernia...the descriptions of how it feels are very much like what I've got going on. I stupidly volunteered to finish my shift out tonight (since literally everyone else who could've worked the grave would've been screwed over by doing so), so I'll go to the worker's comp doctor in the morning. I have a suspicion that I'll be getting surgery to fix it soon...we'll see. Will update later

My mother had to have that once. They put a sort of mesh patch in place (internally). Hurt for a while but she was in her late 60's at the time. It worked well, though.

[KhirasHY]

Hope you're feeling better and it turns out to be a pulled muscle. Those are no fun, but hernias? Bleh!

I've never had one before, but I looked up a lot of info, and I'm 99% sure that it's a hernia...the descriptions of how it feels are very much like what I've got going on. I stupidly volunteered to finish my shift out tonight (since literally everyone else who could've worked the grave would've been screwed over by doing so), so I'll go to the worker's comp doctor in the morning. I have a suspicion that I'll be getting surgery to fix it soon...we'll see. Will update later

[MoonCat]

Hope you're feeling better and it turns out to be a pulled muscle. Those are no fun, but hernias? Bleh!

Re: the prostitution thing...they're not operating "out of the hotel" at all. They just get the loser's money and send him to a hotel with a fake key. Nothing you can do about it. Even if they really were staying at the hotel, how would you know which guests were doing it?

[dalesys]

... beginning an epic quest for freedom and toilet paper. I knew I should've paid attention in Scouts when they told us what poison oak/ivy look like...

Far far better to wipe with stinging nettle than oak/ivy ...

[mjr]

You are in a dark room.
You have been eaten by a grue.

Zork reference, FTW!!

SC: Too. Brah. Nuh. St.
Me: I have no idea what you just said.
SC: Tube Rust. Sssssttt!
Me: You need a Toothbrush? (Oh jesus, when did I learn to speak idiot?)
SC: Urggle.

He wasn't even drunk. He was stone stinking sober. Which means this is the way he is all the time. I'm ok with the world ending at this point, I think. Let's do this thing.

Maybe it was that kid from "Deliverance":

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=myhnAZFR1po

[KhirasHY]

Wow...and my night just went from one to hernia, if I'm right about this. Tried to pick something up, got a shooting pain in my gut, and now I just feel wrong. I really, really don't need this shit right now...hoping it goes away or feels more like a muscle pull, but I think I'm hosed At least I did it picking up something work related...

[KhirasHY]

I often have to read the room rate and non-smoking policy aloud to people, or just summarize them, because they can't see it. Of course, that doesn't baffle me as much as people who don't bring a damned credit card. It's a hotel. We're going to ask for it...

We have a 100% non-smoking hotel, so when I reserve a room or check anyone in (or offer a rate, etc), I always mention it's a non-smoking room. We charge more for smoking in the room than we charge for a 2 night stay, so we tend to chase away a lot of smokers

Latest addition to the night:

Scammer, or Prank Call?

Phone rings:

SC: I have some information that may be of use to you and your hotel.
Me: (wtf, does this guy think he's a spy, or is he selling something? Who sells something to a hotel at 1am?) Ooohkay?
SC: There is a bait-and-switch prostitution ring operating out of your hotel tonight. They are luring people in with a fake key, and having them knock on random doors in the hotel. Here is a phone number that may help you: ###-###-####.
Me: Right...so how is it a bait and switch? You didn't honestly pay them in advance did you?
SC: ....
Me: Wait, you did?
SC: .................
Me: Oh come on, seriously???
SC: .......................
Me: Wow...and who is calling?
SC: ...I prefer to keep that anonymous.
Me: I can imagine.
SC: The fake room key is to the right of your front doors on the bench.
Me: Alright then...I doubt I can do much with just that info, but I'll pass it along to the local PD. Might I suggest not paying in advance next time?
SC: ......Yeah.
Me: Righto.
SC: *click*
Me:

Seriously, who does that? I mean, REALLY, who the fuck does that? Do pimps and hos suddenly qualify for a higher level of trust than I was previously aware of? If you pick up a crab-infested depository on the street corner, does that really give you the same need to reply with "ok, sure" as you would if your best friend asked you for a $20 loan at lunch? While you're being so trustworthy, I have a business proposition for you. I will give you $50,000, but only if you leave $25,000 in cash, unattended, somewhere off-camera where I can grab it easily. Then, you come back in 5 days, and I'll give you YOUR money. It's win-win!!

Seriously, you may honestly be too stupid to live in public. I would ask you further questions, but every time I do, I distinctly notice that you stop breathing, which is becoming alarming. If I come up with a question that is too complicated, I'm going to be responsible for your death, since I can't imagine you being able to do more than one thing at a time. God knows how you're able to move anywhere without passing out, but maybe you have hired a team of helpers to move you from place to place. Of course, you no doubt paid them in advance too for the entire year, and have yet to hear from them as well, so one can only hope that from now on you remain at home, preferably away from the phone.

[Dentarthurdent]

Of course, most people don't even look at the screen - or in some cases can't, because they have proudly forgotten to bring their reading glasses.

I often have to read the room rate and non-smoking policy aloud to people, or just summarize them, because they can't see it. Of course, that doesn't baffle me as much as people who don't bring a damned credit card. It's a hotel. We're going to ask for it...

[KhirasHY]

I nominate this line for the Gravekeeper Award of Excellence!!

Flattery will get you everywhere.

Things have continued tonight (and are still ongoing). I'm just starting out my shift, so I'll make a few addendum posts throughout the night.

Clown Car?

Our GM, trying to be helpful, told a wedding group staying with us that our shuttle could go get them this evening to bring them back to the hotel. Now, we normally never run the shuttle after 6pm, so having a run at 11pm means we're gonna be a bit short staffed, but there were some other issues. One, the shuttle only holds 10 people (12 tops, if they're small), and the wedding party had over 30 people who decided they wanted to use it.



So our driver gets the first group back, speeds out for the next one, and they all got cabs instead. They were also rude to the driver, and didn't tip at all (they had promised a big tip to the driver since we were so accommodating). Fuckers. Now, since they are all back, I'm just waiting for the noise complaints to start.

Ichi! Ni! SAN! THUMP!!!

Thump from yesterday (same guy) returned tonight...this time he ran into the door so hard, he actually got knocked on his ass, which meant I had to run over to check him for injury. He did this right in front of his father, his son, his wife, and his sister, who did exactly the right thing: they laughed their asses off at him. He was fine...but he seemed a bit woozy. I'm not surprised, since I'm pretty sure the contact high I got from his breath is going to make me wake up in the Land of the Lost here soon, beginning an epic quest for freedom and toilet paper. I knew I should've paid attention in Scouts when they told us what poison oak/ivy look like...

I'm glad my back-breaking labor is so uninspiring to you.

Guest calls down that their TV is having issues, sounds like a remote out of batteries at first. I get up there, and nothing is working, so I ask permission to come in...the TV is on, but it's locked up so that even the buttons on the set itself don't work. This happens, it just needs to be powered down/up to fix it, but that means physically moving the entire dresser. I do this twice in front of the guest (to move it back in place), unplugging the TV as I go and fixing it, and do a lot of obviously physically demanding things to get it working right for them.

Total words of thanks? Zero. Not even a "goodnight" or something. Fuckers.

Schedule Woes, but not my own

So, we noticed the last couple nights that the schedule for our morning people sucked tomorrow. In short, we have a full house, and there was initially one person scheduled doing food, one at front desk, and one manager. They called in a 2nd person for breakfast, but they had 3 this morning (when it was just as busy) and they still barely kept up. GM stayed and worked about 16 hours today, and will be back in the AM. Our swing shifter is coming in on her day off to work the morning too. The other graveyard person is coming in to help as well.

Now, this is good for coverage, but one of the consistent gripes about this place is that the scheduling has a lot of issues like this (where there's just no coverage on a horribly busy day). It's led to a general anger amongst the populace who's been called in tomorrow, but people don't seem to understand why they are angry most of the time.


That's all that's happened thus far...more to come, I'm sure.

[Skarredmind]

Posts like these make me feel much better about the garbage people pull with me on a nightly basis.

Because I have so been there.

Our main lobby door doesn't have the card swipe thing. It's just open. It doesn't stop at least one genius a week form waiting outside, looking for the card swipe, then getting mad because they can't get in... an unlocked door.

We also have coffee pots in the lobby that say in BIG letters "Push for Coffee" every morning I have to explain that Push for coffee, means that if they want coffee, they need to push the button.

[MoonCat]

He then took a step back, gathered himself for the leap directly into the uncharted waters of comprehension...and walked into the fucking doors a second time.

I nominate this line for the Gravekeeper Award of Excellence!!

[Argabarga]

Nah, they still wouldn't read em' and when they fell down, they'd sue and argue that without words, they had no idea it was a warning label and not a product to be used while breakdancing

Heck, you could put a HUGE skull and crossbones on something, and people would think it meant "Pirate Approved"

[mhkohne]

I am fully convinced the average IQ of the population is being pulled down due to the number of clueless people who, in earlier times, would have been eaten by something or otherwise done in by their own stupidity.

I just had an idea on this subject. What if, instead of a label on a lader saying 'don't place on slippery surface' we just put a label showing the forces involved? A couple stick figures and some arrows. And then if you kill yourself, well, shoulda read the label, huh?

[RealUnimportant]

Our credit card paybox is wonderfully helpful. It details everything you need to do, when you need to do it. Of course, most people don't even look at the screen - or in some cases can't, because they have proudly forgotten to bring their reading glasses. Those that do look seem unable to read beyond the first line ("card error", "payment complete") and onto the second ("please remove card")...