| 1-14-04 This is one of the coolest stories to come out of the hotel, and unfortunately I wasn't there for it...I was stuck at a great Sabers game. It was awful. But this is the story as told by the guard who was on duty. His story...his words. And pretty well done if I may say so. And I can...it's my site. 12-31-03: Now when you are working New Years Eve in a hotel you worry about drunks breaking glasses, causing fights, dry humping in the halls, vomiting in the pool. In other words, you expect a Saturday night on the Elmwood or Chippewa strip. So when we originally were informed of the following incident you can imagine our bewilderment. The restaurant manager made his way to our office stating that there was an unknown woman who approached him at the desk asking for the dumpsters. The woman was holding onto Sears' shopping bags and was visibly distraught. When he offered to take the bags for her she refused and said it was private. The manager then called over our Rooms Division manager (glorified telephone operator) to assist the woman. It was unknown what the manager said but it pissed off the woman, the woman began screaming, "I had an abortion and my sheets are all bloody, and I am not paying for them!" "The miscarriage is my business!" Now, as the "Rooms Division manager" which would be your next course of action? A: Walk away and call the woman a birch in the back room and then decide it is not a big deal and security has no need to know. Even though we have no ID or credit card info on the guest who paid cash. B: Pull the woman over the desk and force-feed her the bloody sheets in the bag. C: Call her a baby killer and proceed to heckle her until she cries. D: Contact the security department to check out the room just in case the woman has a dead fetus in the room or a dead body. Ok, I know it's a tough one but here is what happened next. The on duty maintenance guy took the bags for the guest and threw them in our main dumpster. Now anyone who has any knowledge of blood born pathogens knows that blood is a biohazard and any blood filled object needs to be properly disposed of in a bio bag to a hospital. A business can be fined a large amount of money for violating these laws. Now fi they freak over blood can you imagine the fine for lets say...A DEAD BABY!!!! So this is where the fun begins, over the course of the next hour I was elbow high in rubber gloves digging through the two garbage bags. Let me tell you nothing makes you love your job more than searching through bloody sheets, towels, and feminine products looking for a dead fetus. I mean, hell I could have had the night off if a co-worker of mine didn't have tickets for the hockey game, but what could compare to the fun I had in that dumpster. I mean there are few things I would rather do, maybe change adult diapers filled with all sorts of surprises, or maybe being that guy who cleans the water authority filters. So what's the moral of the story boys and girls? DEAD FETUS = fun I hope you enjoyed that as much as I did...The first story on here not written by me. Good job, Unnamed Securty Officer. Big props from Overnight_stories. Until next time. |
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