r/TalesFromTheFrontDesk • u/ThroalicRefugee • 6h ago
Medium My Tales from the Nugent and fire alarms.
When I initially started at the Nugent (not it's real name), it was in bad shape. The former owner was beloved by the community (and starred in his own commercials), but 9/11 took a huge toll on our tourist based city, & hotel/casinos suffered from that.
He would also comp guests dinner or even a night if he liked them, and he wasn't about to stop because people were afraid of flying or the DHS was making travel far more difficult. He thought he was doing the right thing for the business, just as he had for the previous 40 years.
Turns out, he was dead wrong. By the time the new owners announced the sale, they had already been paying employees for a few months just to finalize the deal. And the new owners made no secret that they were going to be cutting every corner just to make a profit & possibly flip the place. Because the previous owner was so popular, many trusted people left. Including engineers, because they provide upkeep.
When I arrived a few months after the sale, we had fire alarms go off nearly every 2 weeks. I learned from engineering that there was a stripped wire in our gift shop that would trip the alarm every time it rained or there was a leak. We had an alarm that told people to evacuate immediately, so everyone did do this in a 1,200 room 28 floor hotel/casino. It was then up to the FD to determine what kind of compensation to give, as well as calm panicked guests down. It was a nightmare.
One time, the new restaurant (basically Hooters but with cowgirls) lit one of their stoves on fire, setting off every goddamned alarm on the property. It wasn't even close to being able to touch rooms (there was a marble floor and later I learned asbestos between), but sure. Every room needed to know.
This did not stop until the new owners did what they implied- they sold the company to another person. The newest owners seemed to actually think they could make money off the property, and spent a good amount of time fixing the facility, but alas, they sold the property a few years ago to a gambling company in Colorado.
They say brevity is the soul of wit, and unfortunately I am not witty.