On a plane from Houston to Salt Lake typing this. Took an employee on a work trip for some training down in Houston. Stayed at a Hilton Garden Inn for a few nights and in rooms across the hall from each other.
This guy is late 30's, common law married to a gal, with 2 kids in jr high. He's definitely rough around the edges, but lots of restaurant workers are. He's also my most productive employee and I'm trying to get him up to speed to be a manager down the road Well I was.
Well last night at 1:30 am I hear a racket outside in the hall. My still drunk *** lumbers to the door and there's a chick beating on his door asking for her purse. After a couple minutes I get dressed to go slap the ho and tell him to open the 17ing door. But now she's gone and the purse is in the hall. The front desk calls me since my name/# is on the room. I go down and talk to the desk guy and security... Both Indian of course.
They informed me he wandered up a few hours earlier after buying her a bottle of wine at the bar. She's a hooker who marked him in the lobby after a John no showed. I got the manager and security guard to not call the cops and they made the ho leave. 97 lbs Indian security guard with a desert eagle sized pistol on his hip went upstairs and grabbed the purse.
Fast forward to this morning, we are supposed to meet in the lobby at 5:15. By 5:40 he hasn't shown or answered any phones so I got a key made and took Sunjay Fife up to go into the room and make sure dude wasn't dead. The latch was locked so I only opened the door enough to tell him to get his áss up. He still ignored and I said in 5 seconds I am calling the police and he's suddenly awake.
3 minutes later he wanders about and the security guy is berating him for all the trouble. Accused him of "doing 17ie-17ie with a call girl." Dude went full Pollyanna and said she just came up to his room to use his phone and when she got weird he asked her to leave and must have been in the shower when she was knocking.
I told him to get his àss in the car we had to leave. The manager stopped him and gave him shìt. I told him we'd discuss it on the 30 minute drive to the airport. I dressed him down and told him I didn't believe one second of his lies he told the security guy.
It's a 17ed up situation. I'm now going to decide if I fire him or just demote him. Not going to tell his family or anyone.
Of all the 17ed up nights in my life this is near the top of the list.. How does the pack feel about it?
This guy is late 30's, common law married to a gal, with 2 kids in jr high. He's definitely rough around the edges, but lots of restaurant workers are. He's also my most productive employee and I'm trying to get him up to speed to be a manager down the road Well I was.
Well last night at 1:30 am I hear a racket outside in the hall. My still drunk *** lumbers to the door and there's a chick beating on his door asking for her purse. After a couple minutes I get dressed to go slap the ho and tell him to open the 17ing door. But now she's gone and the purse is in the hall. The front desk calls me since my name/# is on the room. I go down and talk to the desk guy and security... Both Indian of course.
They informed me he wandered up a few hours earlier after buying her a bottle of wine at the bar. She's a hooker who marked him in the lobby after a John no showed. I got the manager and security guard to not call the cops and they made the ho leave. 97 lbs Indian security guard with a desert eagle sized pistol on his hip went upstairs and grabbed the purse.
Fast forward to this morning, we are supposed to meet in the lobby at 5:15. By 5:40 he hasn't shown or answered any phones so I got a key made and took Sunjay Fife up to go into the room and make sure dude wasn't dead. The latch was locked so I only opened the door enough to tell him to get his áss up. He still ignored and I said in 5 seconds I am calling the police and he's suddenly awake.
3 minutes later he wanders about and the security guy is berating him for all the trouble. Accused him of "doing 17ie-17ie with a call girl." Dude went full Pollyanna and said she just came up to his room to use his phone and when she got weird he asked her to leave and must have been in the shower when she was knocking.
I told him to get his àss in the car we had to leave. The manager stopped him and gave him shìt. I told him we'd discuss it on the 30 minute drive to the airport. I dressed him down and told him I didn't believe one second of his lies he told the security guy.
It's a 17ed up situation. I'm now going to decide if I fire him or just demote him. Not going to tell his family or anyone.
Of all the 17ed up nights in my life this is near the top of the list.. How does the pack feel about it?
