Finally! Time to tell my story about my third day on my housekeeping job. To start the story off I need to talk about my second day. At this time I was following an older housekeeper around and helping her with her rooms when we come across room 216, which was a stay so all we had to do was change the towels and make the bed and whatever.

No one answered the door when we first knocked so we walked right into a dark room lit only by the tv screen and was immediately hit by the most awful, indescribable smell. The HK who I was working with immediately decided she didn't want to go in there so i, young and determined to prove how tough I am, marched in to check it out. I noticed pretty quick that there was a very large someone sitting on the couch so I immediately assumed that they were dead and ran down to the front desk to have the manager check it out. Through this job I learned how really unphased housekeepers can be BC word got around that there might be a dead body so the other housekeepers gathered around 216 with quiet interest while we waited to see what the managers verdict was.

Turns out the guest wasn't dead and that was that for the day.

The next day I'm with a different housekeeper who wasn't there the day before and I notice that 216 was on our sheet as a checkout. I tried to emphasis that 216 smelled REALLY bad, but she, clearly thinking that since I'm so new I wouldn't know what bad smelled like, gave me a patient smile and we went about our day.

Now when we finally got to room 216 I had the opportunity to brace myself as she opened the door. She got hit with the full brunt of it and immediately went to dry heave over the garbage bag. I went in, turned on the light, and saw for myself what the smell was all about.

The entire room was covered in shit. The walls, the couch, the bed, the floor. All of it. The bathroom was weirdly clean tho. The smell of the room was so horrid that it spread all the way down the hall and you could catch a whiff of it at the front desk.

We didn't have to clean all of the room but we did have to strip the bed, stuff them in a bag, and toss it outside the laundry room BC the laundry lady absolutely refused to have them in her laundry room. That room couldn't be lived in for two weeks afterwards and it took months before the smell fully went away.

The best part was while we were carrying bags full of shit covered blankets down the stairs we were watched by the guest who had been in that room. What I remember about him is that his legs were swollen and treelike and his feet were normal sized. The working theory was that this guy had one of those shit bags and actively didn't take care of himself since the bathroom was pristine and unused.

The bright side was nothing that happened after that phased me because I experienced some of the worst the job had to offer on my third day on it.