Today, I got do deal with a sexy police officer and some escaping dildos. And a bunch of other crap. Allow me to explain.
This SC had been with us for about 10 days, and she looked and acted the very definition of "crack whore". And she was a headache.
She would pay day-by-day, but more often than not she would pay late. 1pm, 2pm, 3pm...yeah, checkout is at noon. But if you argued, she'd start crying about how she was "trying so hard" and that she had nowhere to go.
She had gotten herself a room in the way back, as far from the office as you could get. We still noticed a lot of traffic going to and from her room, some of which was coming from other rooms (ugh...the refinery workers leave and the cockroaches move in...). One of her favorite "friends" is another guest who is one of the grossest, most disgusting men ever. He's old, unkempt, and has "meth mouth". He's gross.
She also had a couple other friends who were getting into fights with some of her gal friends she had over. I had to chase them off, since these other women were already banned from the property. One of the guys, who was allegedly her boyfriend (or the boyfriend of one of her other friends...I have trouble keeping track) kept inquiring about one of my housekeepers...I later found out that his brother had raped that housekeeper's daughter recently, and that he himself was a registered sex offender. Oh yes, this is a real class-act we have here. I don't know why they wanted to see my housekeeper...I'm hella sure she did not want to see him. He had this grin on his face when he was asking where my housekeeper was...ugh, I want to vomit. And then beat that grin off his face.
A few nights ago, she even threw a nice, loud party at 4am. The night auditor got them to quiet down after the complaint, but 4am? Really?
The next day, we moved her to the room next to the office. We told her there was a reservation going into that room (not fully a lie...there was a reservation, but they arrived early and took a room that was ready to go.) Now, this SC had a lot of crap in her room. She had her own furniture. The day we moved her, it took her and about five of her "friends" (because she was sick and couldn't move) over four hours to move it all. After she moved out and into the other room, housekeeping discovered that the room had been trashed.
We should have kicked her out then, but for some reason we didn't, probably because Other MOD didn't want to deal with it at the time.
Yesterday, again, she was having trouble coming up with the money. She came in at noon. I told her that she had until 3pm, which was when CW ended her shift, or she would have to leave.
At 3pm, she called saying she had fallen asleep and she could have the money by 6pm. At this point, I'm sick of her crap, but I know she has a ton of stuff in the room, and I was busy and didn't want to deal with evicting her, so I told her she could have until 4pm, which was when I left, but that was it.
4pm rolled around. I told the swing shift to tell her when she finally came in that she was gone the next day. She came in around 4:05 as I was heading out the door, and I overheard my swing shift person tell her she had to be gone by checkout time the next day (noon).
So that brings us to today.
At 9am, SC comes in all teary saying there's no way she can move all her stuff by noon. CW tells her she has three hours to find a way. Around 10am, one of my housekeepers tells me she saw SC dinking around one of the other motels up the street. At 11am, I had to go run some errands, and at 11:45 when I got back, I saw SC and her friends in the room with the door open, sitting on the bed dinking around and definitely not packing stuff up.
At 12:20, I call SC.
SC: "Yeah, I'm sorry, I'm working on it."
Me: "You needed to be out at noon. It's 12:20."
SC: "I know, I'm working on it."
Me: "No, you aren't. I've seen you dinking around in your room, and you've been dinking around up at Coachman Inn. You've had 20 hours to figure out a plan to be out by noon, and you can't figure it out..."
SC: "..but I..."
Me: "SO, the police will be here to help you figure it out."
SC: "WHAT?!?!"
Me: "They're already on their way. You can't seem to find your way out, so they'll come show you."
SC: *click*
I actually gave her about five minutes to see if there was any hustling out of the room. There wasn't. At that point, I called our city's finest to assist with the eviction. Bring in the sexy cops.
The cops show up, and at that point, SC begins half-heartedly throwing things out her door. She started up her sob story again about how she'd been trying. I just shook my head at the cop.
I told her we'd hold on to her things for 30 days, but she needed to leave. We didn't trespass her, since she has to come back to get her crap, but she's not allowed to rent anymore. The police also made it abundantly clear that they knew she had a warrant in the next city down, and if she came poking around at any point other than to get her crap, that we would call them and they would pick her up on that warrant.
So, she finally left, but all her crap is in the room, so Head Housekeeper and I get to work on packing all the crap up. Did I mention she had her own furniture? I mean, if you are living a transient lifestyle as she apparently is, you should not have this much crap. You can't carry it all on foot, and she doesn't have a vehicle. If you're drifting from place to place, maybe you should pare down your belongings a bit. Just sayin'.
I would like to note that it only took Head Housekeeper and I about 45 minutes to move it all, whereas it took about five of SC's "friends" over four hours on the day we moved her. There was a lot of crap, but we boxed it and bagged it and had the room cleared in less than an hour. You know those laundry baskets hotels use? We filled four of those with her crap (two baskets, filled two times).
At one point, I accidentally pumped a green bin on the desk and....it started buzzing and moving.
Me: "Uh oh."
HHK: "What the hell is that?!?"
Me: "It's...."
HHK: "....vibrator?"
Both: "EEEEEWWWWW!"
Me: "Quick, I need gloves!"
HHK: "Watch out! It's going to go off the counter! It's trying to escape!"
Me: *runs out and down to a housekeeping cart. doesn't find gloves. runs back.*
Me: "[Housekeeper] is out of gloves!"
HHK: *nudging the vibrating bin away from the edge of the counter* "It's seriously trying to escape!"
HHK and I ran to the office screaming and laughing. CW was confused until we explained it. I grabbed gloves, and ran back to the bin (which was again working its way precariously close to the end of the counter), and fished through a bin full of dildos to find the offender. Seriously, I counted four, and I stopped once I found the moving one. There may have been more buried under all the cosmetics and other crap that was in there. I didn't dare dig deeper.
HHK also found a cooking spoon and a syringe. I told her "I'll bet you ten dollars..." as I lifted the mattress...and found a cooking spoon and a syringe of my own! I will give SC a few small points in that both syringes were unused and capped. That's more than I can say for other SCs of the past. I did personally take out the large bags of trash in there, though, since I didn't know what was in there and didn't care to find out (and having been stuck by a needle poking through a trash sack myself, I did not want that happening to any of the housekeepers).
So yeah, that was my day. Sexy police officers, and dildos. Don't tell my husband.
This SC had been with us for about 10 days, and she looked and acted the very definition of "crack whore". And she was a headache.
She would pay day-by-day, but more often than not she would pay late. 1pm, 2pm, 3pm...yeah, checkout is at noon. But if you argued, she'd start crying about how she was "trying so hard" and that she had nowhere to go.
She had gotten herself a room in the way back, as far from the office as you could get. We still noticed a lot of traffic going to and from her room, some of which was coming from other rooms (ugh...the refinery workers leave and the cockroaches move in...). One of her favorite "friends" is another guest who is one of the grossest, most disgusting men ever. He's old, unkempt, and has "meth mouth". He's gross.
She also had a couple other friends who were getting into fights with some of her gal friends she had over. I had to chase them off, since these other women were already banned from the property. One of the guys, who was allegedly her boyfriend (or the boyfriend of one of her other friends...I have trouble keeping track) kept inquiring about one of my housekeepers...I later found out that his brother had raped that housekeeper's daughter recently, and that he himself was a registered sex offender. Oh yes, this is a real class-act we have here. I don't know why they wanted to see my housekeeper...I'm hella sure she did not want to see him. He had this grin on his face when he was asking where my housekeeper was...ugh, I want to vomit. And then beat that grin off his face.
A few nights ago, she even threw a nice, loud party at 4am. The night auditor got them to quiet down after the complaint, but 4am? Really?
The next day, we moved her to the room next to the office. We told her there was a reservation going into that room (not fully a lie...there was a reservation, but they arrived early and took a room that was ready to go.) Now, this SC had a lot of crap in her room. She had her own furniture. The day we moved her, it took her and about five of her "friends" (because she was sick and couldn't move) over four hours to move it all. After she moved out and into the other room, housekeeping discovered that the room had been trashed.
We should have kicked her out then, but for some reason we didn't, probably because Other MOD didn't want to deal with it at the time.
Yesterday, again, she was having trouble coming up with the money. She came in at noon. I told her that she had until 3pm, which was when CW ended her shift, or she would have to leave.
At 3pm, she called saying she had fallen asleep and she could have the money by 6pm. At this point, I'm sick of her crap, but I know she has a ton of stuff in the room, and I was busy and didn't want to deal with evicting her, so I told her she could have until 4pm, which was when I left, but that was it.
4pm rolled around. I told the swing shift to tell her when she finally came in that she was gone the next day. She came in around 4:05 as I was heading out the door, and I overheard my swing shift person tell her she had to be gone by checkout time the next day (noon).
So that brings us to today.
At 9am, SC comes in all teary saying there's no way she can move all her stuff by noon. CW tells her she has three hours to find a way. Around 10am, one of my housekeepers tells me she saw SC dinking around one of the other motels up the street. At 11am, I had to go run some errands, and at 11:45 when I got back, I saw SC and her friends in the room with the door open, sitting on the bed dinking around and definitely not packing stuff up.
At 12:20, I call SC.
SC: "Yeah, I'm sorry, I'm working on it."
Me: "You needed to be out at noon. It's 12:20."
SC: "I know, I'm working on it."
Me: "No, you aren't. I've seen you dinking around in your room, and you've been dinking around up at Coachman Inn. You've had 20 hours to figure out a plan to be out by noon, and you can't figure it out..."
SC: "..but I..."
Me: "SO, the police will be here to help you figure it out."
SC: "WHAT?!?!"
Me: "They're already on their way. You can't seem to find your way out, so they'll come show you."
SC: *click*
I actually gave her about five minutes to see if there was any hustling out of the room. There wasn't. At that point, I called our city's finest to assist with the eviction. Bring in the sexy cops.
The cops show up, and at that point, SC begins half-heartedly throwing things out her door. She started up her sob story again about how she'd been trying. I just shook my head at the cop.
I told her we'd hold on to her things for 30 days, but she needed to leave. We didn't trespass her, since she has to come back to get her crap, but she's not allowed to rent anymore. The police also made it abundantly clear that they knew she had a warrant in the next city down, and if she came poking around at any point other than to get her crap, that we would call them and they would pick her up on that warrant.
So, she finally left, but all her crap is in the room, so Head Housekeeper and I get to work on packing all the crap up. Did I mention she had her own furniture? I mean, if you are living a transient lifestyle as she apparently is, you should not have this much crap. You can't carry it all on foot, and she doesn't have a vehicle. If you're drifting from place to place, maybe you should pare down your belongings a bit. Just sayin'.
I would like to note that it only took Head Housekeeper and I about 45 minutes to move it all, whereas it took about five of SC's "friends" over four hours on the day we moved her. There was a lot of crap, but we boxed it and bagged it and had the room cleared in less than an hour. You know those laundry baskets hotels use? We filled four of those with her crap (two baskets, filled two times).
At one point, I accidentally pumped a green bin on the desk and....it started buzzing and moving.
Me: "Uh oh."
HHK: "What the hell is that?!?"
Me: "It's...."
HHK: "....vibrator?"
Both: "EEEEEWWWWW!"
Me: "Quick, I need gloves!"
HHK: "Watch out! It's going to go off the counter! It's trying to escape!"
Me: *runs out and down to a housekeeping cart. doesn't find gloves. runs back.*
Me: "[Housekeeper] is out of gloves!"
HHK: *nudging the vibrating bin away from the edge of the counter* "It's seriously trying to escape!"
HHK and I ran to the office screaming and laughing. CW was confused until we explained it. I grabbed gloves, and ran back to the bin (which was again working its way precariously close to the end of the counter), and fished through a bin full of dildos to find the offender. Seriously, I counted four, and I stopped once I found the moving one. There may have been more buried under all the cosmetics and other crap that was in there. I didn't dare dig deeper.
HHK also found a cooking spoon and a syringe. I told her "I'll bet you ten dollars..." as I lifted the mattress...and found a cooking spoon and a syringe of my own! I will give SC a few small points in that both syringes were unused and capped. That's more than I can say for other SCs of the past. I did personally take out the large bags of trash in there, though, since I didn't know what was in there and didn't care to find out (and having been stuck by a needle poking through a trash sack myself, I did not want that happening to any of the housekeepers).
So yeah, that was my day. Sexy police officers, and dildos. Don't tell my husband.
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