"Ma'am. You can't stay here. You've pissed yourself."
The hotel where I'm currently employed is sketchy at best. A majority of it's guests are aboriginal folks flown in from satellite communities for medical purposes, their hotel bills, taxis* and meals are paid for by Health Canada, so they haven't any financial burdens at all. They're even awarded a per diem, in some cases, so not one shiny nickel is shed. Unfortunately, the hotel is drab and uninspiring, stuck in the middle of nowhere, so being cooped up in their rooms can be distressing and boring, to say the least. I can understand why some may be tempted to liven things up with some extracurricular activity, but the end results can have a real negative impact on those around them.
[*Taxi rides to and from medical appointments and procedures are paid for by Health Canada.]
The hotel has many issues attached to it, but when I arrived to work last night and noticed two Saskatoon Police vehicles parked under the canopy by the front doors, I knew something was not good. A part of my job as a night custodian is also security, a job that was not discussed in my initial interview. I was relieved, though, that the evening fella was still there and whatever was afoot, was his responsibility, not mine. I, honestly, don't know how I would've handled the lunacy of what was taking place.
Apparently, the crazy guy in question, had taken something earlier in the evening that caused him to hallucinate and believe that people were attempting to break into his hotel room to kill him. According to what I would later learn, he barricaded himself in his room and called 9-1-1, but when the police arrived to his "rescue", he didn't want to deal with them and suddenly the boys in blue were "working with the (invisible) evil men in red" in trying to trick him to come out of the room to meet with his demise. It's all f*cking crazy. The whole time I was thinking how my tax dollars are contributing to this guys crazy.
Thankfully, the guy was carted off by police and he became someone else's burden, so he quickly became the subject of scandalous fodder added to the long line of other crazies to grace the halls of the shit-hole hotel. The three of us employees left to look over the hotel as the evening transitioned into night and eventually the dawn's early light, thought that was the end of the craziness. Apparently not.
About two thirty in the morning, my compadre came to me telling of a girl passed out on the sidewalk covered in her own urine. "Here we go again." I thought to myself. Allegedly, she'd been picked up by a hotel guest and brought back for some sexy time, but before anything could happen, she peed all over the guy's bed. I laughed.
The police were already on scene by the time I got to the lobby, where the young woman had been moved to one of the sofas. The police stood idly by, allowing her to slumber while they awaited the paramedics to arrive. Once there, the woman was quickly attended to. Her responses belligerent and indignant. She was quite adamant in her wish to remain where she was and resistant to leave with the medical professionals.
"Ma'am," one police officer said loudly, "You can't stay here! You've pissed yourself."
Yep! She'd pissed all over the place. Up in the room, out on the front stoop and now on the sofa, leaving a sizable puddle as they escorted her out the door. I sure love my job...
I checked the calendar in hopes of some kind of cosmic explanation for the strange occurrences of the night, but it's not a full moon. There's no logical (or illogical) reason for the crazies.
I checked the calendar in hopes of some kind of cosmic explanation for the strange occurrences of the night, but it's not a full moon. There's no logical (or illogical) reason for the crazies.
Nothing else happened the rest of the night and (fingers crossed) nothing else will happen the rest of the week. I'm not real secure with security side of my job role and honestly can't be bothered. I hate this job for so many reasons other than just the crazy drunk drugged out lunatics that stumble through the hallways. I gotta find another job before my head explodes.
A huge thanks to the Saskatoon Police Service for their exceptional professionalism in dealing with the insanity that plagued our shitty hotel last night and this morning. I'm sure glad you folks are on our side.
