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Another week here and gone...it's my monday again, which means it's time for the weekly rundown here in hotel land! Hooray for me!
Subpoena
Monday morning, I've just gotten home...fell asleep at 9:30 or so...within minutes, the phone rings.
CW: Uh, Khiras? BossMan is on the phone right now with a marshal, he says it's about a subpoena? Something about a taxi issue?
Me: .................run me through that again.
CW: Hold on a sec, BossMan (BM) is off the phone...here he is.
(BM comes on)
Me: Please don't tell me there's a subpoena I never got.
BM: Don't worry, you didn't miss it...but I guess you and <other CW> are being subpoena'd tomorrow for something that happened with a taxi, the marshal is running the slips over now.
Me: When is this supposed to be?
BM: Apparently, tomorrow at 8:30am.
Me: Awesome of them to tell me this beforehand...I was planning on taking a massive dump that morning.
BM: Thanks for the info...well, I'll let you get back to bed.
Me: Ok...thanks BM.
The subpoena? Yeah, some dipshit taxi driver that is banned from our hotel (for being a dickhead during the DNC) parked in our taxi lane and refused to leave, which created a hassle and a safety hazard, since the other drivers had to pull their cars around his (and into traffic) to swing around and park on our drive when a customer showed up. He got a ticket for refusing to leave, and he called the police to try and force us to let him pick up.
The judge had to dismiss the ticket, but she was PISSED, flat out told him "you should have been arrested for trespassing, not given a parking ticket." That's when we learned that, while the cab lane is part of city property (the street), it's designated for our hotel.
This means that, next time he parks there, he's trespassing. The judge also had us turn in formal complaints with his information, and this will be his third complaint...so odds are, he's going to lose his license anyway. The funny thing is, he sat there grinning the whole time since he got the ticket dismissed...I honestly believe he thinks he was the winner here. 
Stalker much?
One of our regulars has this habit of picking up women that, honestly, there's no way he could get without a healthy downpayment. I can't prove it, but I know a hooker when I see one, I'm not new at this, so let's just assume that I know what I'm talking about, mmmkay? Anyway, that regular is back in town, and he gave some girl a panic attack by giving her his number and business card, and asking for her number. He followed her and a friend outside, but backed off when they told him to do so. Problem is, that whole story is from the girl's friend, who didn't see the whole thing, and the girl has panic attacks fairly often...this means that, until she calms down enough, we have no proof that he did anything other than be a typical guy in a bar trying to pick up someone out of his league.
I'd like to kick him out, but I can't do it unless she can give me the type of information I need. Boo.
Harroween
I was off on Halloween, since it's my favorite holiday of them all. This does not mean I missed out on SCs though when we hit the bar in costume to party. Here's a quick rundown:
-The idiot screaming at the bartender because they don't have Pabst Blue Ribbon at the bar (seriously? Come on man, order a beer while you're here). He got thrown out shortly after.
-The guy who puked on 3 people at 10pm...it's a bit early for that, buddy. Thanks for not hitting me though.
-The guy who knocked over my drink...twice...by stumbling into our table. He got thrown out shortly after the second one.
-And finally, the 3 dozen drunk people who damn near killed me on the roads as I drove home. I had actually sobered up by 2am (closing time), so thankfully I was able to avoid every person who suddenly swerved at me. Assholes...
Paintball Madness
Fun fact about me, I'm an avid paintballer. I don't have the time to do it as much as I like, but I do enjoy getting out there and playing quite a bit. That said, I started at 13...13 years ago...and the FIRST thing I learned was the basic rules of paintballing:
1) Gun plugs in when you're not on the field, and safeties on.
2) Never fire a gun when someone's around without a mask on.
3) Never take your mask off on the field for ANY reason.
4) Never...ever...EVER fire a gun at someone in public.
A car full of idiots violated rule #4 tonight, shooting 2 of my fellow employees, and marking up the side of my building a bit. This angers me more than it should, particularly because they are exactly the reason Paintball has gotten such a bad rap over the years.
Khiras, you farked up!
Got a call at home from BM during my days off asking me why I missed a mandatory reason. (FUCK!) Turns out it was on the same day as the subpoena, and started at 4pm...I got home at 1pm after working all night since we were the last case >< Slept through my alarm
So I got in trouble there.
He also called because there was a billing issue that was all confused, and all three of us screwed up on it at one point. (FUCK AGAIN!) Strike two for me
Then there was a third problem where I just flat out forgot about something, and it didn't get dealt with right as a result.
So I got to get yelled at 3 times in one phone call. Of course, I also couldn't defend myself because the call came in at what time? That's right, probably 15-20 minutes after I had fallen asleep. No one ever calls me while I'm awake.
DST Woes
I hate Daylight Savings. I can't win either way...in the spring, people get 1 less hour of sleep, so everyone is pissy with me (although I get to work a short shift that night
). In the fall, everyone else is happy, but we all get to work long shifts (11 hours tonight ), and I'm a salaried worker...so I work almost half a day, if not more, and get nothing in return Every time we hit a DST day, I just groan and want to kill things.
Employee Woes
Dear CW, I understand you're upset because you got in trouble, but don't get angry at my nice employee because they did their job.
A CW at front desk was caught basically wasting time and having a 60+ minute phone call on the clock on a cell phone (big no-no). They were on camera, and their boss had us verify how long she was there and on the phone, but she's pissed at my people.
This, naturally, angers me, since I'm "daddy" still as far as the graveyard shift goes. Now I've got to pull her into the office and explain a few of the finer details of "do your job" just to (hopefully) put an end to all of this before it explodes. I apologize to all the women on the forums, but I swear, there's something about estrogen that just doesn't compute right on the social level. I'm starting to think that women are destined to remain apart, lest they try and kill one another in any given situation.
If any women would like to offer comments, by all means, go ahead
it just seems you always hate each other at such an accomplished level at work.
Wow...just wow...
Ok, before I type this, let me make something clear: this next part is not going to turn into a political piece, so don't make it one.
We had a guy come in who was not a guest, and he started harassing our valet guys. He was walking right up close to them and screaming about how they shouldn't bow down to the "white man", and how they should vote for change, vote for Obama! He's also about 18, and he's drunk as all hell.
For those of you new to my posts, I'm a Scotsman by descent, which means I'm the whitiest white of whiteness. My skin tone is, in a word, "shiny", especially when I'm under direct sunlight. You can imagine how Screamy the Clown (a new SC term, as of this post) loved my candy ass.
The screaming went on for a while, and we asked him to leave, told him not to come back, and so on. The guy plays ball, and we're perfectly nice to him about it. For about 5 minutes.
He comes back, resumes screaming, and I've had a bad week, so it's police time since he's beginning to piss me off, and I've had just enough crap this week to be moved to violence. This guy is also pushing his luck, because I do not like people touching me, nor do I like them stepping into my personal space over and over, and he's doing both. One of my more recent posts described what I accidently (no, really!) did to a few people who grabbed me from behind with no warning. This guy had plenty of warnings and my temper was getting a bit hotter with each passing moment.
Things ended rather comically, in retrospect, and it's best described by the way it appears on video. You see me, one of my guys, and the two valet employees standing in the way of this moron. As he continues to get in my face, one of the valet guys paces behind him...then you see him pointing at the guy from behind, as if to say "TARGET", and walk back in front of him (and behind me). The next thing happens in the span of about 6 frames of camera footage: A cop pops out from behind a tree, twists one of SC's arms behind him while putting an arm across his neck, and SC is pulled behind the tree. It's like something out of a comedy. Thus ends our wonderful event of trespassing and drunk and disorderly.
On a side note, the recording of that first part of the arrest is 100x more beautiful to me, since the 5'11", 130 pound guy was finally to the point of threatening me, the 6'3" 200 pound guy. I know size isn't everything, but I'm sorry, the likelihood of me losing a fight to a guy who loses that much to me in pure size when he's too drunk to stand still for more than a second is a bit small. I was rather amused when arrest time popped up
Thus ends another week! Of course, I'm now starting the next week. I'm also feeling weak...because I'm starting to get sick...YAY! Sore throat, ear infection, upset stomach, general weakness, headache, and sinus pain. This is gonna be a long November...
Subpoena
Monday morning, I've just gotten home...fell asleep at 9:30 or so...within minutes, the phone rings.
CW: Uh, Khiras? BossMan is on the phone right now with a marshal, he says it's about a subpoena? Something about a taxi issue?
Me: .................run me through that again.
CW: Hold on a sec, BossMan (BM) is off the phone...here he is.
(BM comes on)
Me: Please don't tell me there's a subpoena I never got.
BM: Don't worry, you didn't miss it...but I guess you and <other CW> are being subpoena'd tomorrow for something that happened with a taxi, the marshal is running the slips over now.
Me: When is this supposed to be?
BM: Apparently, tomorrow at 8:30am.
Me: Awesome of them to tell me this beforehand...I was planning on taking a massive dump that morning.
BM: Thanks for the info...well, I'll let you get back to bed.
Me: Ok...thanks BM.
The subpoena? Yeah, some dipshit taxi driver that is banned from our hotel (for being a dickhead during the DNC) parked in our taxi lane and refused to leave, which created a hassle and a safety hazard, since the other drivers had to pull their cars around his (and into traffic) to swing around and park on our drive when a customer showed up. He got a ticket for refusing to leave, and he called the police to try and force us to let him pick up.
The judge had to dismiss the ticket, but she was PISSED, flat out told him "you should have been arrested for trespassing, not given a parking ticket." That's when we learned that, while the cab lane is part of city property (the street), it's designated for our hotel.
This means that, next time he parks there, he's trespassing. The judge also had us turn in formal complaints with his information, and this will be his third complaint...so odds are, he's going to lose his license anyway. The funny thing is, he sat there grinning the whole time since he got the ticket dismissed...I honestly believe he thinks he was the winner here. Stalker much?
One of our regulars has this habit of picking up women that, honestly, there's no way he could get without a healthy downpayment. I can't prove it, but I know a hooker when I see one, I'm not new at this, so let's just assume that I know what I'm talking about, mmmkay? Anyway, that regular is back in town, and he gave some girl a panic attack by giving her his number and business card, and asking for her number. He followed her and a friend outside, but backed off when they told him to do so. Problem is, that whole story is from the girl's friend, who didn't see the whole thing, and the girl has panic attacks fairly often...this means that, until she calms down enough, we have no proof that he did anything other than be a typical guy in a bar trying to pick up someone out of his league.
I'd like to kick him out, but I can't do it unless she can give me the type of information I need. Boo.
Harroween
I was off on Halloween, since it's my favorite holiday of them all. This does not mean I missed out on SCs though when we hit the bar in costume to party. Here's a quick rundown:
-The idiot screaming at the bartender because they don't have Pabst Blue Ribbon at the bar (seriously? Come on man, order a beer while you're here). He got thrown out shortly after.
-The guy who puked on 3 people at 10pm...it's a bit early for that, buddy. Thanks for not hitting me though.
-The guy who knocked over my drink...twice...by stumbling into our table. He got thrown out shortly after the second one.
-And finally, the 3 dozen drunk people who damn near killed me on the roads as I drove home. I had actually sobered up by 2am (closing time), so thankfully I was able to avoid every person who suddenly swerved at me. Assholes...
Paintball Madness
Fun fact about me, I'm an avid paintballer. I don't have the time to do it as much as I like, but I do enjoy getting out there and playing quite a bit. That said, I started at 13...13 years ago...and the FIRST thing I learned was the basic rules of paintballing:
1) Gun plugs in when you're not on the field, and safeties on.
2) Never fire a gun when someone's around without a mask on.
3) Never take your mask off on the field for ANY reason.
4) Never...ever...EVER fire a gun at someone in public.
A car full of idiots violated rule #4 tonight, shooting 2 of my fellow employees, and marking up the side of my building a bit. This angers me more than it should, particularly because they are exactly the reason Paintball has gotten such a bad rap over the years.
Khiras, you farked up!
Got a call at home from BM during my days off asking me why I missed a mandatory reason. (FUCK!) Turns out it was on the same day as the subpoena, and started at 4pm...I got home at 1pm after working all night since we were the last case >< Slept through my alarm
So I got in trouble there.He also called because there was a billing issue that was all confused, and all three of us screwed up on it at one point. (FUCK AGAIN!) Strike two for me
Then there was a third problem where I just flat out forgot about something, and it didn't get dealt with right as a result.
So I got to get yelled at 3 times in one phone call. Of course, I also couldn't defend myself because the call came in at what time? That's right, probably 15-20 minutes after I had fallen asleep. No one ever calls me while I'm awake.
DST Woes
I hate Daylight Savings. I can't win either way...in the spring, people get 1 less hour of sleep, so everyone is pissy with me (although I get to work a short shift that night
). In the fall, everyone else is happy, but we all get to work long shifts (11 hours tonight ), and I'm a salaried worker...so I work almost half a day, if not more, and get nothing in return Every time we hit a DST day, I just groan and want to kill things.Employee Woes
Dear CW, I understand you're upset because you got in trouble, but don't get angry at my nice employee because they did their job.
A CW at front desk was caught basically wasting time and having a 60+ minute phone call on the clock on a cell phone (big no-no). They were on camera, and their boss had us verify how long she was there and on the phone, but she's pissed at my people.
This, naturally, angers me, since I'm "daddy" still as far as the graveyard shift goes. Now I've got to pull her into the office and explain a few of the finer details of "do your job" just to (hopefully) put an end to all of this before it explodes. I apologize to all the women on the forums, but I swear, there's something about estrogen that just doesn't compute right on the social level. I'm starting to think that women are destined to remain apart, lest they try and kill one another in any given situation.
If any women would like to offer comments, by all means, go ahead
it just seems you always hate each other at such an accomplished level at work. Wow...just wow...
Ok, before I type this, let me make something clear: this next part is not going to turn into a political piece, so don't make it one.
We had a guy come in who was not a guest, and he started harassing our valet guys. He was walking right up close to them and screaming about how they shouldn't bow down to the "white man", and how they should vote for change, vote for Obama! He's also about 18, and he's drunk as all hell.
For those of you new to my posts, I'm a Scotsman by descent, which means I'm the whitiest white of whiteness. My skin tone is, in a word, "shiny", especially when I'm under direct sunlight. You can imagine how Screamy the Clown (a new SC term, as of this post) loved my candy ass.
The screaming went on for a while, and we asked him to leave, told him not to come back, and so on. The guy plays ball, and we're perfectly nice to him about it. For about 5 minutes.
He comes back, resumes screaming, and I've had a bad week, so it's police time since he's beginning to piss me off, and I've had just enough crap this week to be moved to violence. This guy is also pushing his luck, because I do not like people touching me, nor do I like them stepping into my personal space over and over, and he's doing both. One of my more recent posts described what I accidently (no, really!) did to a few people who grabbed me from behind with no warning. This guy had plenty of warnings and my temper was getting a bit hotter with each passing moment.
Things ended rather comically, in retrospect, and it's best described by the way it appears on video. You see me, one of my guys, and the two valet employees standing in the way of this moron. As he continues to get in my face, one of the valet guys paces behind him...then you see him pointing at the guy from behind, as if to say "TARGET", and walk back in front of him (and behind me). The next thing happens in the span of about 6 frames of camera footage: A cop pops out from behind a tree, twists one of SC's arms behind him while putting an arm across his neck, and SC is pulled behind the tree. It's like something out of a comedy. Thus ends our wonderful event of trespassing and drunk and disorderly.
On a side note, the recording of that first part of the arrest is 100x more beautiful to me, since the 5'11", 130 pound guy was finally to the point of threatening me, the 6'3" 200 pound guy. I know size isn't everything, but I'm sorry, the likelihood of me losing a fight to a guy who loses that much to me in pure size when he's too drunk to stand still for more than a second is a bit small. I was rather amused when arrest time popped up
Thus ends another week! Of course, I'm now starting the next week.
I'm also feeling weak...because I'm starting to get sick...YAY! Sore throat, ear infection, upset stomach, general weakness, headache, and sinus pain. This is gonna be a long November...
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