|My collection of police officer business cards, let me show you them...
||[Nov. 12th, 2012|05:56 am]
|[||Tags|||||fun at work, late night||]|
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Each time I have to call the police for where I work, I ask for a name to add to what I'm going to write up for managers, etc. Cover my ass? Why yes, yes I do! So anyways, I get a call from an in house guest around 3 AM, complaining about someone making a whole lot of noise. Okay...I ask the guest if she could tell me if it was coming from above or beside the room they were in so I could possibly call the room and tell them to knock it the fuck off. Nope, no clue. I get the key for the front lobby door and walk over to the area in question. I hear...nothing, absolutely nothing. Walk back up front, get another call from the same guest 25 minutes later screaming that the noises had started again, and whoever it was sounded angry. Got on the phone with the police and 5 minutes later had an officer at the front door (I keep it locked for a very good reason when it's pitch black and no one else is here) explained the situation and waited. Well, seems that when I walked over to that area of my hotel I just missed the end of round 3? 4? Of a very good night for 2 people, who seem to really, really enjoy it loud. *snicker* So after joking with the officer I asked him for his name so I could write it up. "Sure thing! And here's my business card, I normally work nights, so if you need any help just call." So, my count to date of police officer cards? Seven. Eight if you include the police sergeant. I guess I'm popular with the police then?