Showing posts with label About Me. Show all posts
Showing posts with label About Me. Show all posts

Friday, November 2, 2012

My Frankenstorm

Unless you've been living under a rock, you've probably heard about this huge, historic hurricane that hit the Eastern Seaboard. Or, as the weathermen coined it, Frankenstorm. I know I started hearing about it last Wednesday when I went to Weather.com to see the forecast for the weekend. I saw how crazy it was projected to be, and started spreading the word, just in case people hadn't heard yet. I went about business as usual, working the overnight shifts on Saturday and Sunday nights. As I was leaving Monday morning for my two days off, I checked the weather again and told my manager that if the storm is bad enough and the MTA goes through with shutting down the subways, buses and all other forms of public transportation, she should give me a call and I'll come in to help out. Turns out that may not have been the best idea...

I got out of the car at the hotel after packing up and immediately noticed there were no lobby lights. UH OH. That didn't look good. This is what the street looked like:



That light right in the middle was a car about a block away. The rest was pitch black. So we headed inside to see what was going on. The first thing I saw was the general manager, assistant general manager, front office manager, executive housekeeper and bellman all standing around the front desk trying to figure out what to do. In the two plus years I've been here, we have never had a blackout. So no one really knew what to do and how to react.

Being here these last few days has been an experience, to say the least. I've seen a natural disaster force the City That Never Sleeps into a panicked slumber. People are walking around with flashlights so they don't trip on debris or walk into other people. A few blocks north, where there is power, people are lining the convenience store walls with extension cords to charge their cell phones. There are people so desperate to work and connect with the outside world that they are huddling together outside Starbucks just to use the free WiFi. It's a scary sight.

I have now been at the hotel for three days. Let me tell you, it's not easy. There is no power, no heat, and no hot water. Our refrigerator and oven aren't running, so we don't have a full breakfast. Guests are getting antsy and want answers as to when the power will be coming back on. Unfortunately, we can't answer that. Our chief engineer got in touch with someone at ConEd and was told it could be anywhere from 2-7 days. We've done our best to accommodate guests as best as possible. We've called every hotel in Manhattan to find any available rooms, but everything is booked. The nearest hotel with vacancies is about 15 miles from the City. We've called airlines to help reschedule and confirm flights. It's tiring.

I'll tell you this though. Most guests we've had are completely understanding that this situation is out of our control. They'll stop by the desk to see how we're doing and how we're holding up, offering to run out to get us some food or coffee. They thank us for sitting in the cold lobby, dealing with their uneasiness and frustration.

Others, though, aren't as understanding.
"Why can't we have a place to charge our phones?"
"Why don't you know when the power is coming on? What kind of business are you running?"
"I don't think I should have to pay for my stay because of what happened. There's no power, heat or hot water."

We had a few unbelievable and great (in an amusing way) exchanges with guests that I'll post over the next few days. For now, we're just trying to get our guests out to fully operating hotels at reasonable rates so they can be more comfortable. And so we can shut down and go home until the power comes on. We're cold, tired, and spread thin. It's time to go home.

Wednesday, July 27, 2011

Racism at it's Finest

A black woman walked into the hotel a few days ago and reluctantly comes up to me at the desk:

Woman:  I need a room with two doubles starting tonight for a week.
Me:  I'm sorry, we're sold out tonight, tomorrow and Thursday.
Woman:  Are you sure you looked correctly?  Check again.
(I quickly check again)
Me:  Yes ma'am, I'm sure.  Unfortunately we're sold out those night's.

Woman turns to my black coworker:
Woman:  Sir, can you please check for me to make sure he isn't lying to me?
(my jaw drops at this and my coworker does a double take to make sure he heard her correctly)
CW:  Sure, give me one second to look that up for you.
Woman:  Ok, I need a room tonight for a week with two doubles.
CW:  Sorry, we are sold out, just like my coworker told you.
Woman:  Ok I just had to be sure I wasn't being played.  Thanks for your help (directly to my coworker, not looking at me once).

Let me start off by saying that I've dealt with some minor cases of racism in my years in working in a hotel.  I'm an Orthodox Jew and I wear a kippah at work so I get people checking in and the entire time that I'm checking them in, they're staring at my head and not paying attention.  I'm fine with that.  They're usually from the Midwest or some small town in Europe that hasn't seen too many Jews come through their towns.  I've even gotten called things by people coming back into the hotel late at night after drinking for hours.  I can deal with that.  But to come into the hotel and act like that in the middle of the day in the middle of Manhattan is not so OK.  I don't know if it was because I'm white or Jewish, but being rude like that deserves a wake up call.  Welcome to New York.  It's 2011.  Get over it.

Tuesday, April 20, 2010

Introduction

Hello all!  Please feel free to welcome me to the wonderful world of blogging.  For years now, I have been reading stories, jokes, news, and anything my friends decide to write about.  I felt a bit left out.  Why shouldn't I voice my thoughts and fun stories, I thought.  So here it goes.  Prepare yourself for a bumpy road that is the life of a 24 year old male living in New York.

You'll find that I like to make fun of people's mistakes, talk about hostile neighbors, post funny conversations with my roommates and friends, and just rant about anything I enjoy.  So please enjoy, comment, critique, and just feel free to offer your input on any subject.  Maybe I'll answer you in private, or maybe I'll make a post about it.  I might just ignore you completely because the idea is so ridiculously pointless.  So let's get this madness started and see where life takes us.

And away we go!

Don't forget to feed the fish!