con day one
I am not usually a complainer, but I formally filed a grievance with the Westin yesterday, about one of their security guards.
3 in the morning. I step out for a cigarette by the Flower Street doors. It's a little spooky being outside here at night, especially by myself, so I stay near the light of the entrance. There's a pretty gnarly-looking hobo lady walking down the street. I figure I am just going to be cool, but just as she is passing by this security woman comes up behind me and starts yelling at me to get off the stairs. Full-on yelling in five seconds flat. I comply, but just as I do the hobo lady starts freaking out at me. Waving her arms, cursing, the works. I step back from her, but the security guard is still like. DON'T SMOKE HERE GET OFF THE STAIRS!! But there's nowhere for me to go but forward towards the hobo, who is shouting something about my clothes being out of season (??? lol). I am pretty sure I am about to get hit. I look this security lady straight in the eye, and I mean, I am both scared and confused because I am expecting her to maybe contain this insane homeless person? Like I would do to diffuse the situation if I were bigger and heavier? Like, when a person looks you in the eye just silently asking for help... Obv I haven't said anything throughout the encounter because I am just stupefied. This doesn't happen to me much. So to avoid continuing this scenario where I am being shouted at by not one but two people, I squeeze past the crazy hobo and run off into the other corner of the street entrance. THEN the security guard motions for the homeless woman to clear off. I walk back a little, and explain that I was not resisting, that it's not very safe on the street at night and that I do not want to stand too far from the entrance. And the security guard is all. DID YOU NOT SEE THE SIGN?? The sign is tiny and facing the street. I say, "I did not see the sign. Did you not see how frightened I was back there?" And the security guard is like. "Oh, I thought you guys were together." The hobo woman and I. How is this logical? I am dressed pretty formally by he way, not at all mistakable for a transient. I am pretty sure the comment was meant as insult, not observation. I get no apology, she just wanks off and leaves me alone out there.
Is any of the above proper conduct for a person hired to keep hotel guests safe?
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234/30DAYSOF/MUSIC
YOUR LEAST FAVORITE SONG. Perhaps if Keane and James Blunt made a recording together. Or that one Killers song? All Killers songs. Does Richard Cheese count? He should. So much awful music out there. If I had to choose one and only one, it would be Scoobatank's Reason. The summer I worked at a Taiwanese coffee shop, Reason was top of the charts, and played roughly every fifteen minutes on the awful radio station we were not allowed to change. There's a certain vocal pitch that sounds like blowing one's nose;;;
A SONG THAT MAKES YOU HAPPY. Anything NeoDisco makes me get low low low low. Old Pornograhers, too. J5 and Jackson 5. But the feeling of joy is most purely expressed by Passion Pit's Little Secrets. Who doesn't like this song srs
A SONG THAT MAKES YOU SAD. I don't like sad songs. I know a few that most people would name. Casimir Pulaski Day. Right??? But something that makes me sad on a less depressing / more thematic level -- a pleasant kind of sad, I suppose -- is this off the Lily Chou-Chou OST. I like that Salyu's voice is so naturally husky, as if she is singing through tears.
3 in the morning. I step out for a cigarette by the Flower Street doors. It's a little spooky being outside here at night, especially by myself, so I stay near the light of the entrance. There's a pretty gnarly-looking hobo lady walking down the street. I figure I am just going to be cool, but just as she is passing by this security woman comes up behind me and starts yelling at me to get off the stairs. Full-on yelling in five seconds flat. I comply, but just as I do the hobo lady starts freaking out at me. Waving her arms, cursing, the works. I step back from her, but the security guard is still like. DON'T SMOKE HERE GET OFF THE STAIRS!! But there's nowhere for me to go but forward towards the hobo, who is shouting something about my clothes being out of season (??? lol). I am pretty sure I am about to get hit. I look this security lady straight in the eye, and I mean, I am both scared and confused because I am expecting her to maybe contain this insane homeless person? Like I would do to diffuse the situation if I were bigger and heavier? Like, when a person looks you in the eye just silently asking for help... Obv I haven't said anything throughout the encounter because I am just stupefied. This doesn't happen to me much. So to avoid continuing this scenario where I am being shouted at by not one but two people, I squeeze past the crazy hobo and run off into the other corner of the street entrance. THEN the security guard motions for the homeless woman to clear off. I walk back a little, and explain that I was not resisting, that it's not very safe on the street at night and that I do not want to stand too far from the entrance. And the security guard is all. DID YOU NOT SEE THE SIGN?? The sign is tiny and facing the street. I say, "I did not see the sign. Did you not see how frightened I was back there?" And the security guard is like. "Oh, I thought you guys were together." The hobo woman and I. How is this logical? I am dressed pretty formally by he way, not at all mistakable for a transient. I am pretty sure the comment was meant as insult, not observation. I get no apology, she just wanks off and leaves me alone out there.
Is any of the above proper conduct for a person hired to keep hotel guests safe?
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234/30DAYSOF/MUSIC
YOUR LEAST FAVORITE SONG. Perhaps if Keane and James Blunt made a recording together. Or that one Killers song? All Killers songs. Does Richard Cheese count? He should. So much awful music out there. If I had to choose one and only one, it would be Scoobatank's Reason. The summer I worked at a Taiwanese coffee shop, Reason was top of the charts, and played roughly every fifteen minutes on the awful radio station we were not allowed to change. There's a certain vocal pitch that sounds like blowing one's nose;;;
A SONG THAT MAKES YOU HAPPY. Anything NeoDisco makes me get low low low low. Old Pornograhers, too. J5 and Jackson 5. But the feeling of joy is most purely expressed by Passion Pit's Little Secrets. Who doesn't like this song srs
A SONG THAT MAKES YOU SAD. I don't like sad songs. I know a few that most people would name. Casimir Pulaski Day. Right??? But something that makes me sad on a less depressing / more thematic level -- a pleasant kind of sad, I suppose -- is this off the Lily Chou-Chou OST. I like that Salyu's voice is so naturally husky, as if she is singing through tears.