Hey night auditor, I can send as many elevators to the top floor I want!

Not really…

I essentially live in hotels, so I know what is normal and what is not. When I first arrived I was told that the set of elevators closest to the front desk were not working, and to use the second set. I was like okay. Next, I go up to my room (from the right elevator) on the top floor to drop off my luggage. Then I hopped into the (left) elevator to access the casino on the third floor. But soon as I hopped in, before I even clicked on the floor 3 button, the elevator went straight down to the lobby. So, I was like hmmm that elevator seems to be malfunctioning, I’ll make sure not to use this elevator again.

I took the (right) elevator to the third floor. Gambled at the casino for an hour. Came back to those elevators, took the (right) elevator down to the lobby. Unlike the (left) elevator, I had to click on the L button in order to ride down to the lobby. That’s the way elevators are supposed to work. I went to another casino across town and I just generally fucked around. So, I didn’t get back to my hotel until around 3am. As I approached the set of elevators, I noticed that the (right) elevator door was stuck open. That is not normal. I’m was like damn this elevator is janky too. Out of curiosity, I sent the elevator to the top floor without hopping in…to see what it would do. These are “window” elevators that you can see moving from the indoor courtyard and from the front desk. I walked over and watched the elevator ride to the top floor. If it had not gone to the right floor or did something else janky, I was going to take the stairs.

Tangent! The last time I hopped into an elevator with the doors stuck upon something weird happened and it was scary. I’m scared of elevators in general. I clicked the “close door” button several times before it responded. Then car went three stories above the level I clicked, doors opened no one was there, went down and passed my floor again, and then went down to LL floor and the doors opened and it was some creepy ass basement! I did not want to have that experience again. And with the issues I had with the (left) elevator and the front desk person upon check-in telling me that the first set of were already shut down I was thinking those elevators were not well-maintained. I know my fear is irrational and elevators are statistically the safest form of transportation, but I don’t want to experience the inconvenience of being stuck or being taken down into some musty basement…ya know? Plus, many of us guests put a lot of our money into that casino and we deserve good hospitality.

The (right) elevator indeed go to the right floor. So, I clicked the up button, and the (left) elevator came down. Makes sense, it was resting on a lower level. I was like hell no I’m not taking that one up. I hopped in and sent that one to the top floor also and hopped back out. I did that so the next time I click the up button it will make the (right) elevator come down for sure. (Right) elevator comes back down and open its doors, but as I hopped in I was approached by an angry red-faced homely looking woman. She was a THUNDER Karen!

Ol’ Winch: WHY DID YOU SEND BOTH ELEVATORS TO THE TOP FLOOR???
Me: (me freezing, I wasn’t expecting this and caught off guard)
Ol’ Winch: WHY DID YOU SEND BOTH ELEVATORS TO THE TOP FLOOR???
Me: I was making sure the elevators were working alright.
Ol’ Winch: BUT!!! WHY DID YOU SEND BOTH ELEVATORS TO THE TOP FLOOR???
Me: Why does this matter to you and why are you yelling?
Ol’ Winch: YES, I AM CONFRONTING YOU! I SAW YOU SENDING BOTH ELEVATORS TO THE TOP FLOOR. WHY DID YOU DO THAT?
Me: Again, why does that matter? And, who are you anyway?
Ol’ Winch: I AM THE MANAGER! SO, ANSWER ME? WHY DID YOU SEND BOTH ELEVATORS TO THE TOP FLOOR? I SAW YOU DO IT!
Me: I already told you. And you’re acting out of line. I’m going up to my room now. Good night. (doors closing)

Man, I was pissed. I cooled down in my hotel room for a few minutes. And I was still trying to figure out why it was such a big deal that I sent two elevators to the top floor. She acted like I did something really bad. I tried to put myself in her shoes. It was the middle of the night, and I know from observation that these night auditors have to deal with riff raff sometimes. And sometimes I’m mistaken for someone who is a lot younger. Maybe she thought I was a minor up to no good. I so I headed back down to the lobby and the front desk with my casino players card in my hand. To show her I was an actual guest and patron who has a long history and good standing with the casino. And I explained in detail about what was going on with the elevators, like I did in the above paragraphs. But she wasn’t having it!

Ol’ Winch: I SAW YOU SENDING BOTH ELEVATORS TO THE TOP FLOOR! DO YOU WANT ME TO CALL SURVEILLANCE TO PROVE IT?
Me: AGAIN, WHY DOES THAT MATTER TO YOU? I DID NOTHING WRONG! Your behavior is uncalled for, what is your name (of course she didn’t have a name tag)?
Ol’ Winch: (she didn’t tell me her name) JUST TAKE THE STAIRS THEN. GO BACK TO YOUR ROOM NOW OR JUST LEAVE!!!

This is the worst experience I’ve had with a night auditor. And that’s saying something. Night auditors are weird, man. Not the first bad experience with one, but the worst. If this weren’t a casino/hotel/chain that I am desperate to stay in good standing, I would’ve been more nasty. And gone above her head to file a complaint. She was being bitchy as fuck for a dumb reason. But life isn’t fair, and I didn’t want to take any chances that management might side with her for whatever dumb reason. Again, what’s up with these night auditors? They tend to fall into three categories: creepy incelish dudes, angry middle-aged women ahem, or young adults who just don’t give a fuck (ex. I once caught one sleeping on the lobby couch). That chick acted like she needed some dick in her life (or pussy, whichever the way she swings).

Midwest Degenerate Gambler
-Walking down the hallway back to my room I farted audibly. Hey it was the middle of the night, and I was the only one out there. I said “that was for the for the winch downstairs!” and waved the stench away. I wondered if surveillance caught THAT? (probably not)

So, given that you are an, off duty, trained elevator repair person, did you fix the elevator?

You’d think it would work properly, what with a winch on the premises.

mmm

The OP is just winding you up.

Why would you stay on the top floor if you’re “generally afraid of elevators”?

Your description of what that woman or “Ol’winch”
needed was a bit too much. IMO (or was it the clerk sleeping you meant?)

But, yeah night workers are weird people. I’ve known a couple.

Night workers aren’t the only weird people. Degenerate gamblers also tend to be weird. I only have a sample size of one, but WEIRD.

I think the horrid night auditor might have had bad customer service skills, but also had a point.

Sending elevators to the top floor for no reason than your own paranoia is potentially inconveniencing any guest who will want to take an elevator up and forces them to wait for it to come all the way down. I’m completely on her side here.

EVEN THOUGH SHE TALKS LIKE THIS EVERY TIME???

As your anecdote illustrates.

Well, maybe as an auditor she wasn’t up to Ben Affleck’s standards. Still, keep pushing casino people around. I’m sure you’ll find one eventually. A regular like you deserves some “extra” customer service, right?

So, betting on the SB? With that whole 3 pt spread I’m sure you’ll clean up…

I should add, I’m sure we all have our quirks, but “I’m afraid of elevators because once one took me to a basement” is a new one to me.

Yeah, she was a WENCH. Oops!

Because I aint no punk! :wink: I was assigned a room on the top floor and they told me it was a “premium” room, so i did not decline.

Hey, I just stopped by a hotel (that I’m not a guest in) to grab a cup of water to take my meds…to save money. Yeah, I refuse to spend $2 for a can of Liquid Death, but I have no issues pumping $2,000 into a slot machine. Well, I consider that $2K and investment, but I won’t get back that $2 for the LD. Err…the toilet or a space behind a dumpster, maybe. How’s that for some degeneracy?

Yeah, the yelling was completely unprofessional. I wasn’t breaking any laws or risking anyones safety. She was within her rights to ask me what the hell I was doing, but she crossed the line with her over the top reaction.

Are you sure…?

< survey says > < ding! >

My fantasy is to seduce a hot hotel front desk lady. "Mmmm ma ma ma ma’am, it is really hot up here! Can you come up here to mess with my…thermostat?

Not really. I don’t like to shit where I eat.

Bro, I have fear of technologies I have no control over…except for slots.

Your fears are misplaced.

What are you doing in a hotel instead of a tent?