I currently work at a hotel in Prague. I started working here about a year ago after I was laid-off from my commercial property management job. The hotel has nice rooms but things are less than organized and usually some crazy events are going on. For example, last night two very young American couples, each with a young baby were drinking late in the bar. Judging by their loud conversation level, the girls were shit faced. As the guys got fed up with the girl talk and headed up to bed with babies in tow. The girls proceeded to drink and get drunker and drunker. Their fellow patrons at the the bar were getting quite fed up with their "OMGs", "NO WAYs", "BTWs", "WTFs" and of course their using of "LIKE" for every other word. As the bar emptied the girls continued to gossip about pointless things until they got into a tiff. The tiff was short and mostly consisted of "I told you I am not talking about it", "Shut up you mean bitch" and "I am going to bed". They both headed to bed. On the way past the reception, girl "B" briefly mentioned to girl "A" that she was feeling a little sick....
Girl "A" showed back up at reception about 10 minutes later asking if they could have a couple a bottles of wine delivered to their room. Considering it was late, she was slurring, her eyes were half open and she tripped her way up to the reception. I falsely fulfilled her drunken desires with empty promises of two bottles of chardonnay within five minutes. She left swaying and went to her room and clearly passed out. 10 minutes later I had to go to bathroom. As I approached the bathroom I saw a river of water pouring from under the door of the woman's bathroom and into the hallway. I immediately think, girl "B"!?!?!
Our conversation:
Me: Knock
Girl B: Who is it?
Me: Why is their water coming from under the door? What are you doing in there?
Girl B opens door to reveal herself and the bathroom covered in pinkish orange vomit. The smell is humid and atrocious. She is trying to wash herself up but in her drunken state she has turned the overly powerful facet on full power. There is about 2 inches of standing water in the bathroom which has now mixed together with her vomit. It's too much, she is now crying and I just shut the door and walk away.
I stated thinking, What am I going to do? Luckily, I remembered that this girl is with a guy and sadly a baby. Even better I remembered her room number. So I call.
Conversation between me and guy:
Guy: Uh, Hello (he was asleep)
Me: UM....yeah, one of the girls in your group is drunk, naked, vomiting and flooding our bathroom. I think that someone needs to come down and assist her.
Guy: SHIT, Uh...ok.
10 minuets pass and he stumbles down from his room with the baby in tow. I escort him to the shit show and leave them be. From the reception I can hear him screaming at her, calling her names and asking her those questions that people ask you when you do something stupid that you think are rhetorical but they actually do want an answer.
After I hear them get in the elevator I go and view the scene. It is a disaster, a real mess. One that I don't think I can stomach to clean up. Then I remember, wait...I work at a hotel. We have housekeeping. YeSSS!!! Then I come out my fantasy dream and realize I work in the hotel by the river and that night time housekeeping has been eliminated long ago. I then think of the alternatives. Bell boy? Na, he wont do it. His pay is so low that he'd rather quit. Leave it for the morning? Na, too many questions to answer later and I can't risk loosing this job. So mop and bucket, broom and dust pan (for the chunks)I haste fully cleaned up the mess.
The next morning the girl apologized to my colleges and then complained about how expensive the hotel bar is.....
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