Seems like I was a bit too early to the punch when writting yesterdays blog, but I should probably give proper context as to how I write these. I have long streaches of downtime when I'm working at my primary job- and since I started working on this website, I've been taking the portion of my morning which is typically nothing but downtime and working on the site. Weather that's writting a blog, story idea, page layouts of things, etc... Making good use of the downtime I have rather than sit and do nothing.
All this to say: about 2 or so hours after I finished writting yesterday's blog, a guy who stayed at my hotel for 2-4 weeks consecutively comes in and asks for a room. The last time he was here (3 months ago give or take) he caused a bit of a stir and was placed on our locations Do Not Rent list. I told him we didn't have the ability to accomidate a stay for him, which is my professional way of telling folks to leave- and he did!
He came back 45 minutes to an hour later and said he needed to call his friend. I told him to leave with a little less professional courtesy and he then informed me of the following two facts as he saw them:
Now, this gentleman was dressed in a pair of comfortable pair of (what I would call sweatpants cut to) shorts, a gray shirt covered in black spots and dirt. His head was almost shaved bald, but he had a few small and short patches of hair dispersed here and there, and he wore a fairly finely kept gotee. He is also certainly Not the owner.
I tried to tell this guy to leave at least 15 times, of which he had no responce other than to tell me what we learned previous; 1: he was the manager; 1.b: I knew he was the manager; 2: I was fired.
So on and so forth
This guy was not acting normal, and rather crazily. Considering the area I work in, and the caliber of some of the guests we get at this place, I figured he was on something or had some rather debilitating mental impairmnents. He was getting more... agressive for lack of a better word, and so I told him if he didn't leave I'd call the police. He told me I was fired again. I called the police.
When they got here, he was on the lower floor yelling the word "fire" at a door downstairs, and the police informed him that he was to leave as he had been trespassed. With how he was acting, I'm not sure he understood the idea of that, but never the less. They came up, informed me that he had gone and then they left.
This was fairly early yesterday morning, and when I tell you it was one hell of a way to wake up I'm being 100% serious.
Wake up calls asside, yesterday went over farily smooth after that. Little to no complaints on my part.
Only other thing of note is this: The event in the city I was pensively going to this weekend will actually be next weekend. Still excited about it, though knowing a little more about what it is makes me a tad bit nervous ontop of excited. Will keep you posted on that front.
Anyway. See you in the flip side!