Peed the Bed

Someone peed the bed yesterday. There was a note on the table saying, "My son urinated in his sleep and we are so very sorry. Check out is today so I took all the blankets and sheets off the bed. Please accept this tip. Thank you. Sincerely, Dawnya."

There was $20 sitting on the note. I was ultimately peeved anyway, because she should have said something to the night auditor or guest services. And if her son had a urination problem, she should have been more properly prepared with pull-ups or some other sort of bed sheet protector. We don't keep plastic on our beds, but this thin mattress protector made of some polyester or polyurethane cottony material. That was soaked and pulled off the bed as well.

I called my supervisor from the room phone and she sent an employee up. I cleaned what I could, but they actually had to steam clean the bed and disinfect it. This is just so absolutely gross to me.

Upon taking the biohazards down to the laundry room, a guest asks me for condiments from our kitchen that we don't carry on our carts. The diningroom is only about 15 steps away from their room. You would really think they could just walk over to it and ask someone working in there. No, they ask me, who is dragging 2 biohazard bags behind me.

The last thing I want is someone who does not have clean hands, who is holding biohazards to touch my ketchup and mustard. Ew, ew, ew.