I guess the overload of water from the flash flood killed the sewage plant or system or SOMETHING but whatever the case, houses and businesses all over the city were surprised by having any availiable route in their building leading to the sewer - floor drains, sinks or toilets, suddenly become fountains of poo water. RAW poo water - honest to god there were toilet paper squares floating around!
It was my new managers first day - previously he worked there as a front desk clerk like me for 7 months - and by 11p.m. the owner and everyone else had gone home for the night and left him to figure everything out.
We did our best to re-route guests, take complaints and even start cleaning the lobby floor up (or at least I was cleaning) so that the second and third floor die-hard guests that wouldn't leave would be able to get out of the place in the morning without wading through poo.
I armed myself with garbage bag covered socks inside my shoes, ( my shoes were gonners from the get go) a rubber water pusher thingie and set to it. The flood specialist people wouldn't come till the next day and nobody actually TOLD me to clean but. . . well there was nothing else to do and I was bored and thought it would be good exercise. Plus, my friend (the new manager) was busy having a heart attack about everything and I figured it would calm him down to know that we wouldn't have to CARRY people out in the morning.
Would you ever believe it though we still had walk in guests coming in - walking over poo watered floors - and asking to rent rooms? Not people who had reservations or flooded houses or anything, I'm talking the after 2a.m. crowd. We had at least 6 different couples come in not deterred in the LEAST by the poo fest and were all pissed that we had to turn them away! "But don't you have rooms on the second and third floors??" "Don't you have ANY rooms?" "Well it doesn't smell UP stairs does it?" "We can't STAY???" These questions were after we told them that the hotel ACROSS THE STREET had clean floors and vacancies!
People never cease to amaze me, I love it.
(We did end up letting one couple stay at about 3:30a.m. but only because they were so drunk we didn't want to send them back out on the road.)
Anyhoo, around 6:30 a.m. one of the housekeepers showed up and started helping me shoo poo water out the door and I was really getting into it - when it happened.
I've mentioned that I'm clumsy before yes?
I fell flat out on my entire side - FACE included - onto the poo water floor.
*crickets* *chirp chirp*
AHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHA OMFG I FELL IN SEWER WATER!! BWAAAAAAAA! OMG it still cracks me up! Of all the people I should have known better. I DID know better! I even told my boss at the beginning of the night that I'd most likely fall. After I wiped my face off - I didn't fall on a turd or anything really, just turd water at this point, I clocked out and told my boss I'd be off to take a shower. I was laughing about it but for some reason the others (the next shift girl had shown up and the housekeeper was still there) were hushed in apparent horror.
I tried to let them know it was ok, I wasn't hurt or anything and we had the floor a lot clean up by that point, mostly just clear water from the rain where I had fallen, and that they could laugh - but no dice. I said - "It's funny!" To which my manager replied by leaning forward and honest to god whispering - "It's sewer." to me.
Perhaps he thought I'd forgotten?
LOL the housekeeper went back to work and pretended I was gone and the front desk girl just kept asking me if I was going to be ok and was trying quite successfuly in her horror to bulge her eye's out like a gold fish.
Shit happens yo. I guess I'm not easily phased? Who knows but I would have laughed at their asses - or at least WITH them if they had the sense to find the humor in it!
Ah well, I'm showered and haven't grown any third legs or sprouted a staph infection yet so all's well that ends well.