Meet cc

Well, now that I am no longer being graded for this, let's really talk. I had to keep it kind of tame when I started because it was linked to my college newspaper's Web site. And while the link is still up, no one reads it in the summer. Get ready to hear what really goes on here.


But wait, there's more. I am introducing a new blogger. She is my co-worker. She is my friend. She is the one who had the great left boob. She'll call her self "CC" and you be in love.

--chase

This post is more serious

I was off today.  But I have become friends with the co-worker who was hired to work the shifts that I cannot.

Two weeks ago, she called me in a panic.  She was reading the Post-Gazette and read about murder suspects who were on the run.  She thought she recognized the names, so she went online to look at the mug shots.  

They were here.  And she was scared.  I do not blame her.  She has a young child, and when you work the 3-11 shift you are the only person here.  She called the homicide line listed in the paper at 3 p.m.  and they took the information and never called her back.  

All the while, the suspects are upstairs.  

She then called me about 5 hours later and let me know what was going on.  I came to the hotel as quickly as I could.  I could not believe that the Pittsburgh Police Homicide Unit had not responded, yet.  

It actually took me calling a friend who is a police officer in the town the hotel is located in, and him calling it in for them to respond.  When they came they came with full force.  Uniformed, undercover, all with guns drawn when they approached the room.

Now, we have to save every record, and all our video recordings from that time period.  And my co-worker is afraid to work by herself in fear of retribution.  She thinks it is crazy that it takes that long for alleged wanted murders to be apprehended.  She had to have called the police 4 times in 3 hours.  

From a co-worker

I have off on Saturdays.  It is good because I get to hang out after a long work and school week.

 Saturdays are usually when the craziest things happen, but I do get informed about them.  What happened last night is too strange not to share.  

We have discretion when we are working the desk whether to go to other floors if guests request something.  Usually we are too busy, and let them know we can give them whatever they need if they come to the desk.  

Last night, my female co-worker had a female guest in a hot tub room call down for towels.  She wasn't that busy so she went up to the third floor and knocked on the door, with the towels in hand.  

The female was alone in the room, and answered the door completely naked.  This freaked out my co-worker.  She knew the towels were on the way, she could have thrown something on.  

But what was worse is that the guest opened the door all the way, and proceeded to have a long conversation while my embarassed co-worker tried to maintain eye contact only.  Next time, I am sure she will have all guests come to the desk for more towels.