So, I would get maybe 5 hours of sleep a day. Trying to get the bedroom dark enough was a big challenge, but the biggest is noise. My second college degree was tough to get through; I was a zombie all the time.
I worked from about 10 pm until 7 am. I then either went home and slept until noon, or went to class and then home and slept until noon. I got up, went to class until 5 pm or so, then taught a class until 9 pm. Home to change. Then back to work. In between all that, I raised my daughters, studied, did homework, graded homework, and had a life.
So, when my morning relief showed up 15 minutes late, complaining about having to get up early and being tired, I took offense. YOUR JOB IS TO BE AT WORK ON TIME! Other people have things to do. When I showed up at work 15 minutes early, they would book it out of there. But to have them allow me the same was too much to ask.
The police arrive and I give them all the details about the guy. They ask me to take them up to his room and boom on the door (at this point, it is a 911 well check, combined with an invitation to GTFO). No answer. I forgot the master key, so I go back down to the front desk to get it. As I step out of the elevator, I bump into the guy; he’s wearing a dress. Stockings, heels, the whole 9. He exclaims, “Dude, there’s cops at my door!” to which I say, “Yes. They are here for you.” He asks if it’s because he invited me to watch pornos. I say, “No. It’s because you’re calling hotel guests, dialing 911, and wandering around the hotel.” No need to judge.
And for people who think numbers divisible by 10 are cool, this is comic #100.
A few minutes go by and a woman calls the front desk, complaining that someone keeps calling and harassing her. I set her phone on DoNotDisturb. Before I can take care of Mr Mardi Gras Mask, the alarm system starts going crazy! Someone in the hotel has dialed 911. OMG. I deal with turning the alarm off, and the 911 dispatch calls me. I tell them the situation and they send a few officers.
To be continued…
Mr Mardi Gras Mask comes back to the front desk a few minutes later and asks if we have any VCRs. I rent him one for $5. He then goes back to his room and calls me, inviting me to come up and watch a porno with him. I politely declined, despite his sound argument.
To be continued…
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