There's a bell tower that plays music, usually religious in nature, at every hour or so.
It was definately just playing Cumbaya.
....WHY?!
Wednesday, August 5, 2009
Tuesday, August 4, 2009
It's been awhile..
Sorry for not updating in a few days.
I've noticed quite a disturbing trend with guests lately.
You see, they seem to think that I care about their lives.
Now, I certainly want them to have a good experience at the hotel. But that doesn't mean I need to know about your 6 blood pressure medications and whether they'll be able to get it refilled so that they can stay here for another night.
On a similar note, if I ask you to please sign by the line, feel free to look over the form and ask any questions. I don't, however, need you to tell me the names of each person that will be in each room, your reservation number, your AARP card, and your sister's college roommate's cousin's dog's name.
So the most interesting thing hotel-wise that happened since I wrote actually happened when I was off duty. Two of my friends came to visit me, and I got them a room at the Inn down the road from the hotel I work at. I stayed in my room for the night because the room at the hotel only had two twin beds.
At three in the morning I awaken to my phone ringing. I ignore it once, but then it does again so I groggily answer, in time to hear my friend state, "The inn is on fire." If you ever need an adrenaline boost, those words are very effective.
I made sure that they were safe and not hurt, then threw on some flipflops and ran over to the street near the Inn. Sure enough, there were about 6 fire trucks and 2 rescue squads on the scene. (Note: The hotel is located in a rural area, where fires aren't too common. Thus, I've noticed that if there's any sort of serious call, they bring the whole department because, well, there's nothing better for them to do.)
I decided to go down to the hotel that I work at to see if they knew any details about what was going on. When I got there, my friend, the night desk clerk, was doing homework. I asked her if she knew anything about what was going on up at the Fountain Inn. She had no clue what I was talking about. Apparently everyone had neglected to tell her.
I went back and sat with my friends. About a half hour later, a firefighter signaled that we could return to the hotel. Of course, all of the closest doors were locked, and people were barefoot because they awoke to a fire alarm and ran out without putting on shoes, so they started complaining. So, I went around and unlocked the doors, running into the woman who was working the desk at the inn in the process. She told me what had happened. Apparently someone had played with the fire extinguishers, spraying them all over the hallway, then pulled the fire alarm. the "smoke" my friends had seen was actually foam from the fire extinguishers.
I offered to watch the desk while the desk clerk went upstairs to make sure everyone was situated. She accepted, so I took a couple phone calls of people asking to move because the foam was affecting their asthma.
One of my friends was a bit upset by the whole thing and didn't really feel like sleeping in the hotel room, so I put him up on the couch in the dorm.
This whole process lasted from about 3 in the morning to about 4:30.
I've noticed quite a disturbing trend with guests lately.
You see, they seem to think that I care about their lives.
Now, I certainly want them to have a good experience at the hotel. But that doesn't mean I need to know about your 6 blood pressure medications and whether they'll be able to get it refilled so that they can stay here for another night.
On a similar note, if I ask you to please sign by the line, feel free to look over the form and ask any questions. I don't, however, need you to tell me the names of each person that will be in each room, your reservation number, your AARP card, and your sister's college roommate's cousin's dog's name.
So the most interesting thing hotel-wise that happened since I wrote actually happened when I was off duty. Two of my friends came to visit me, and I got them a room at the Inn down the road from the hotel I work at. I stayed in my room for the night because the room at the hotel only had two twin beds.
At three in the morning I awaken to my phone ringing. I ignore it once, but then it does again so I groggily answer, in time to hear my friend state, "The inn is on fire." If you ever need an adrenaline boost, those words are very effective.
I made sure that they were safe and not hurt, then threw on some flipflops and ran over to the street near the Inn. Sure enough, there were about 6 fire trucks and 2 rescue squads on the scene. (Note: The hotel is located in a rural area, where fires aren't too common. Thus, I've noticed that if there's any sort of serious call, they bring the whole department because, well, there's nothing better for them to do.)
I decided to go down to the hotel that I work at to see if they knew any details about what was going on. When I got there, my friend, the night desk clerk, was doing homework. I asked her if she knew anything about what was going on up at the Fountain Inn. She had no clue what I was talking about. Apparently everyone had neglected to tell her.
I went back and sat with my friends. About a half hour later, a firefighter signaled that we could return to the hotel. Of course, all of the closest doors were locked, and people were barefoot because they awoke to a fire alarm and ran out without putting on shoes, so they started complaining. So, I went around and unlocked the doors, running into the woman who was working the desk at the inn in the process. She told me what had happened. Apparently someone had played with the fire extinguishers, spraying them all over the hallway, then pulled the fire alarm. the "smoke" my friends had seen was actually foam from the fire extinguishers.
I offered to watch the desk while the desk clerk went upstairs to make sure everyone was situated. She accepted, so I took a couple phone calls of people asking to move because the foam was affecting their asthma.
One of my friends was a bit upset by the whole thing and didn't really feel like sleeping in the hotel room, so I put him up on the couch in the dorm.
This whole process lasted from about 3 in the morning to about 4:30.
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